Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
"We drank it all, sorr-- ak!" Ronin's shoulder comes up automatically even as he's chuckling at the sensation of an inquisitive nose in his ear, the Huntsman feeling mildly violated even as Remi springs away to settle himself on the counter. Turning their sausages a bit so they cook evenly, he hmms at his husband's response and reaches up to get the honey for their muffins. "This will be very good too," he decides, given that they no longer have a choice.
"What's do you mean, it doesn't ta-- oh." Nodding slowly as he picks up the jar, Ronin considers small locking mechanisms for their snacks before realising Remi would likely delight in destroying them like this. Nevertheless, having literally asked it of the God of Death, of all people, he rolls with the punches.
Pouring milk into a separate pan to heat up, Ronin busies himself whisking the powder into the mixture to make cocoa that hasn't been licked out of the container. "You're adorable, do you know that?" he informs the other man, even as he cuts up a muffin to drizzle with honey and offer out to Remi.
"What's do you mean, it doesn't ta-- oh." Nodding slowly as he picks up the jar, Ronin considers small locking mechanisms for their snacks before realising Remi would likely delight in destroying them like this. Nevertheless, having literally asked it of the God of Death, of all people, he rolls with the punches.
Pouring milk into a separate pan to heat up, Ronin busies himself whisking the powder into the mixture to make cocoa that hasn't been licked out of the container. "You're adorable, do you know that?" he informs the other man, even as he cuts up a muffin to drizzle with honey and offer out to Remi.
