RONIN
"Careful," Ronin purrs with a smile curling at the corners of his lips. Remi isn't the only one with urges to contend with this season, and Ronin's fingers slip out from his husband's so his hand can sneak around to squeeze the alchemist's ass preemptively. "It's so biteable," he punctuates regardless, chuckling darkly and leaving his hand right where it is as he falls into step once more with the other man.
"Oh, is that so?" He tilts his head, waiting for Remi to finish giving him all these new compliments to add to the sandwich, though he does snort as he backtracks on the naming conventions (which are, of course, vitally important to Ronin). "You just said General," he points out. "But the Greatwood Dragon, huh? What do your other leaders think?"
"Oh, is that so?" He tilts his head, waiting for Remi to finish giving him all these new compliments to add to the sandwich, though he does snort as he backtracks on the naming conventions (which are, of course, vitally important to Ronin). "You just said General," he points out. "But the Greatwood Dragon, huh? What do your other leaders think?"
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