RONIN
Having finished with his lantern string lights, Ronin is in fact now hanging bunting from their rafters, on a step stool inside the cabin and leaning rather precariously as he tries to affix one end of it to a small and rather crooked nail. Glancing down at his husband as he speaks, the Knight's brow furrows though the expression is ruined by the way his tongue pokes out in concentration.
"That's easy," he drawls, rolling his eyes and snagging the end of the bunting at last. "It's the gayest, obviously. The most baron thing about me is my fashion sense." Which, you know, also might be the gayest, but Remi can be the judge of that. Stepping down and moving the stool a few feet so he can continue, he reaches up to hang the next section in a gentle loop.
"I'd ask you the same thing, but I'd be better off asking what is the straightest thing about you," he says with a shit-eating grin. "Personally, I think it's your willingness to dunk food in wine. That's positively neanderthal." He says, pretending for the sake of the metaphor that he knows what the word means.
"That's easy," he drawls, rolling his eyes and snagging the end of the bunting at last. "It's the gayest, obviously. The most baron thing about me is my fashion sense." Which, you know, also might be the gayest, but Remi can be the judge of that. Stepping down and moving the stool a few feet so he can continue, he reaches up to hang the next section in a gentle loop.
"I'd ask you the same thing, but I'd be better off asking what is the straightest thing about you," he says with a shit-eating grin. "Personally, I think it's your willingness to dunk food in wine. That's positively neanderthal." He says, pretending for the sake of the metaphor that he knows what the word means.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
