long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving The bathroom is about as close as they'll get, Ronin thinks. Or rather, Ronin doesn't think, but merely acknowledges as Remi's words reach him. He leans into the other man's fingers against his cheek, his own trying dilligently to unbutton the alchemist's pants, not that they get very far. All the glances they are or aren't receiving may as well not exist, to Ronin, and it's with a wicked smile and a brush of his nose against the Lullaby's that he nods. "Alright," he whispers... before promptly disappearing. One might think that Ronin is far too distracted to stage a bait and switch with his projection, but as it happens, he's surprisingly attentive when it comes to being able to fuck his husband. So he's conjured his projection into the bathroom, switched places with it, and dismissed the one now at the table in a matter of just a few seconds. And if and when Remi decides to join him, Ronin will already be there waiting, armed with talons and flecks of black scale instead of feathers. Getting rid of the phoenix has at least replaced the leather with clothing that is easier to remove, and it's something he plans to take full advantage of very soon.