RONIN
the dark star
Ronin jumps a bit at the bark of Remi's accusation (or confirmation, more likely), the Star almost inhaling a few crumbs and wishing he'd brought coffee to go with the pastries. "Oh he can absolutely speak to all of my skills," he says once he's recovered, popping the remainder of his breakfast into his mouth and wearing practically only a bit of it.
Swinging the leg that isn't wrapped around Remi's, he watches the imaginary pen cross out the imaginary words, nodding gravely along with the assumptions made. "Retroactive permission, absolutely," he agrees, brushing the crumbs from his clothes now so he doesn't attract any Hels of his own.
Speaking of which, he watches as one of the birds succeeds in taking off with a whole piece of bacon, Ronin seeming a mix of horrified and impressed. "If our captain were here, I think he'd have found that incredible," he objects, before grinning back to his husband. "And he'd have laughed."
Swinging the leg that isn't wrapped around Remi's, he watches the imaginary pen cross out the imaginary words, nodding gravely along with the assumptions made. "Retroactive permission, absolutely," he agrees, brushing the crumbs from his clothes now so he doesn't attract any Hels of his own.
Speaking of which, he watches as one of the birds succeeds in taking off with a whole piece of bacon, Ronin seeming a mix of horrified and impressed. "If our captain were here, I think he'd have found that incredible," he objects, before grinning back to his husband. "And he'd have laughed."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
