and on to the glory at my right hand
Honestly, Ronin doesn't think he'll ever stop wanting to sneak off with Remi to make out like two horny teenagers; he puts it down to the fact that they didn't get to have that when they were horny teens, so there's a lot of time for them to make up. "I am a professional. Maybe it's my work-life balance I need to consider," he mumbled right back to Remi, both loving and hating the legs wrapped around his waist for the delicious pressure it's causing.
"So we're going to war. You're going to hold the bad guys down, and I'm going to punch them. And then you're going to punch them. And then we win, and we respectfully unsubscribe from all this bullshit," he decides, just to make sure that's out in the open before they go any further.
"And for now... well. There's the desk. Or a bunk in the training barracks. Or we could play chicken with each other and try to get back home."
"So we're going to war. You're going to hold the bad guys down, and I'm going to punch them. And then you're going to punch them. And then we win, and we respectfully unsubscribe from all this bullshit," he decides, just to make sure that's out in the open before they go any further.
"And for now... well. There's the desk. Or a bunk in the training barracks. Or we could play chicken with each other and try to get back home."
ronin
