RONIN
Murmuring his gentle thanks at Remi's assistance, it takes even less time than it might have to hang the rest of the bunting, covering their rafters in obnoxious little triangles of red and gold. Once Ronin is done, he rests a hand on the Bastion's shoulder to step down properly, leaning in to kiss the wine from his lips.
"A lack of pretentiousness," he says dryly, grinning and stepping away to pour himself a glass as well. "This from the man who brews and flavours his own gin, and judges other people's." Laughing warmly and taking a proper sip of his own drink, he moves back to their crate of decorations, drawing out some mistletoe to hang over their door.
"You say that, but some would argue that there's nothing manlier than fucking another man," he says with a raise of his eyebrows, heading to the doorway. "I'd say the gayest thing about you is how horrified you are at the thought of fucking other women."
"A lack of pretentiousness," he says dryly, grinning and stepping away to pour himself a glass as well. "This from the man who brews and flavours his own gin, and judges other people's." Laughing warmly and taking a proper sip of his own drink, he moves back to their crate of decorations, drawing out some mistletoe to hang over their door.
"You say that, but some would argue that there's nothing manlier than fucking another man," he says with a raise of his eyebrows, heading to the doorway. "I'd say the gayest thing about you is how horrified you are at the thought of fucking other women."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
