RONIN
the darkstar
"Doesn't it?" Ronin smiles hard enough to make his cheeks hurt, and unlike most others who would (wisely) be suspicious of Remi's easygoing reply, the Huntsman merely takes it for what it is. What it is being the giddying result of getting married again, under a blanket of stars and glowing penises, of course.
Speaking of which, Ronin tilts his head back and grins as the display lights up their faces, letting his fingers lace through Remi's without complaint. "Have I?" he says of rubbing off on the other man, though he is not nearly so successful in hiding his amusement. "That's good."
Resting his chin atop Remi's head, the Huntsman raises an eyebrow to hear that the alchemist apparently has a top list of nights. "Well now I must know," he murmurs against his curls. "What are they? Apart from tonight, of course."
Speaking of which, Ronin tilts his head back and grins as the display lights up their faces, letting his fingers lace through Remi's without complaint. "Have I?" he says of rubbing off on the other man, though he is not nearly so successful in hiding his amusement. "That's good."
Resting his chin atop Remi's head, the Huntsman raises an eyebrow to hear that the alchemist apparently has a top list of nights. "Well now I must know," he murmurs against his curls. "What are they? Apart from tonight, of course."
