RONIN
the darkstar
Having already been swimming away (he knows when he's making things worse rather than better, at least), Ronin is readily snagged, finding himself snug against his husband's side again without complaint. You would, wouldn't you? Or at least bolt them down, he agrees, completely stopping in his efforts to move to allow Remi to ferry him along.
It gives the added advantage that he can cling to - and fondle - his husband as much as he likes as they drift towards the bubblestream. Flora seemed fine, honestly. Confused that I came to check on her, he says with a pulse of affection through their bond, though it's coloured with concern. She was bitten by that infected fyrhund you saw, he continues. The wound didn't look infected, but it was still bleeding...
Sighing a stream of bubbles and glancing around at the market, he shakes his head. No ominous purple stuff down here either, though, you're right.
It gives the added advantage that he can cling to - and fondle - his husband as much as he likes as they drift towards the bubblestream. Flora seemed fine, honestly. Confused that I came to check on her, he says with a pulse of affection through their bond, though it's coloured with concern. She was bitten by that infected fyrhund you saw, he continues. The wound didn't look infected, but it was still bleeding...
Sighing a stream of bubbles and glancing around at the market, he shakes his head. No ominous purple stuff down here either, though, you're right.
