RONIN
Quite happy to while away the afternoon with youthful makeout sessions, especially if he can do so from between Remi's thighs, it's with a cheerful smile that Ronin allows his husband to accept his gift. "Oh, you did?" He raises his eyebrows. "Don't tell me you got me one of these as well while you were with her." Laughing softly, he watches - and absolutely does not help - as the Lullaby one-handedly folds the cravat and tucks it away as a pocket square.
As for his question, Ronin can only tilt his head warningly at the other man, as if to ask just what he expects the Nova's response to be. "Good enough to eat," he says nonetheless, smirking and leaning in to kiss him anew. He knows (groan) that they are liable to receive a slap on the wrist if they get too carried away out here, but equally he's not sure what else people expect him to do.
(Control himself, clearly, but ugh).
As for his question, Ronin can only tilt his head warningly at the other man, as if to ask just what he expects the Nova's response to be. "Good enough to eat," he says nonetheless, smirking and leaning in to kiss him anew. He knows (groan) that they are liable to receive a slap on the wrist if they get too carried away out here, but equally he's not sure what else people expect him to do.
(Control himself, clearly, but ugh).
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
