RONIN
"I am more curious to know why you decided to mention them at all," Ronin says with predictable grumpiness, though it melts away instantly as his husband is replaced by a masked ball of mischievous fluff. Cradling the raccoon just as requested, it's with wings still trailing through the waters that Ronin wades back towards the shore.
"You know that I did. I always do," he points out, swamping back onto the craggy outcrop to plop down between the echo sharks and the pack he'd dropped on their arrival to the estuary. Rummaging around it with one hand, Ronin pulls out a wrapped sandwich cut into triangles, offering one out to Remi and simultaneously devouring one of his own.
"I don't know if echo sharks even taste that good," he says conversationally.
"You know that I did. I always do," he points out, swamping back onto the craggy outcrop to plop down between the echo sharks and the pack he'd dropped on their arrival to the estuary. Rummaging around it with one hand, Ronin pulls out a wrapped sandwich cut into triangles, offering one out to Remi and simultaneously devouring one of his own.
"I don't know if echo sharks even taste that good," he says conversationally.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
