RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
"Oh, of course," Ronin agrees with an exaggerated bob of his eyebrows. "Though sometimes I do enjoy having maybe one scoop more than I ought to, wouldn't you agree?" Is he tempting the angel over gelato? Yes, and why not? Especially if he's going to be tethered to him for the foreseeable however long.
Remi smiles at his shoes and Ronin keeps his eyes on the sky, about to tell the other man not to be so modest when he's reminded abruptly of His Plan and how he doesn't fit into it any more. Shrugging away his wings and feeling his mouth go dry, the demon merely nods at the suggestion of the cafe.
They are the only two out beneath the awning in a storm at night, but the cord around his ankle is nonetheless appreciated, and it's with a comfortable slouch that he takes his place at the table. "Irish coffee, black. With extra cherries," he tells the server, reaching out once they're gone to very carefully loosen the lid on one of the salt shakers.
Remi smiles at his shoes and Ronin keeps his eyes on the sky, about to tell the other man not to be so modest when he's reminded abruptly of His Plan and how he doesn't fit into it any more. Shrugging away his wings and feeling his mouth go dry, the demon merely nods at the suggestion of the cafe.
They are the only two out beneath the awning in a storm at night, but the cord around his ankle is nonetheless appreciated, and it's with a comfortable slouch that he takes his place at the table. "Irish coffee, black. With extra cherries," he tells the server, reaching out once they're gone to very carefully loosen the lid on one of the salt shakers.
because the world is on fire
