RONIN
Playfully narrowing his eyes even if his lips are still occupied by Remi's, Ronin's opinion about the other man's help is obvious in the flush of withering amusement in his emotions. "Is this where you suddenly become very accident prone?" he wonders, breath hiccuping a little in his chest as he's repositioned. "Because I'm not sure you have ever been clumsy, husband, especially not now you have both hands."
The knitted, explosive chessboard is ridiculous enough to catch his attention, but feels like enough work that food (as usual) quickly overrides the thought. "Would that make it one use only, then?" he wonders of the exploding kings as his token contribution, all the while reluctantly peeling his legs away from the other man.
"I would be honoured to have your ogling and your expert opinion," he croons in sync with the groaning song of their table, Ronin shifting to very carefully rise to his feet, though if the alchemist wants to let his roving hands offer further support, he won't complain. "There's a plucked ningo I could roast?" he offers.
The knitted, explosive chessboard is ridiculous enough to catch his attention, but feels like enough work that food (as usual) quickly overrides the thought. "Would that make it one use only, then?" he wonders of the exploding kings as his token contribution, all the while reluctantly peeling his legs away from the other man.
"I would be honoured to have your ogling and your expert opinion," he croons in sync with the groaning song of their table, Ronin shifting to very carefully rise to his feet, though if the alchemist wants to let his roving hands offer further support, he won't complain. "There's a plucked ningo I could roast?" he offers.
one more wish for you
