Ronan can't help but wonder what things Cheng or his mother might consider especially remarkable. Not everything Ronan pulled from his dreams was worth having, he could admit that easy enough. Some of it was just shit, pure and simple. Some if it failed attempts or just fucking accidents, things he'd never intended on bringing out in the first place.
Some of it, like Cinnamon and Hercules, Chainsaw and Verity... some if was incredible.
Idly, Ronan wondered if Cheng really knew the extent of what he could create, if he knew Ronan's items, like his fathers, were sometimes more than just seemingly magical objects.
His brow furrows, curious, head cocked. "For you? Special order?"
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Date: 2016-07-09 05:55 pm (UTC)Some of it, like Cinnamon and Hercules, Chainsaw and Verity... some if was incredible.
Idly, Ronan wondered if Cheng really knew the extent of what he could create, if he knew Ronan's items, like his fathers, were sometimes more than just seemingly magical objects.
His brow furrows, curious, head cocked. "For you? Special order?"