RONIN
Grumbling right back - because fuck it, Remi is right, and he did name the last one - Ronin spends his time glaring at looking over their new home and offering a distracted wave to the workers who drop off all their supplies and equipment. "My tongue doesn't feel so silver at the moment," he admits with a smirk, pressing a kiss to Remi's curls and letting out a long sigh.
"Fishful Thinking. Codfather. The I. M. Floundering," he drawls, choosing to rattle off as many obvious puns as possible as if to get them out of his system, before extracting himself from his husband to grab up some of the supplies to start cleaning, sanding and waterproofing.
"You know, I'm tempted by The Northaven," he admits with a sudden, cheeky grin. "Bit of a throwback, right?"
"Fishful Thinking. Codfather. The I. M. Floundering," he drawls, choosing to rattle off as many obvious puns as possible as if to get them out of his system, before extracting himself from his husband to grab up some of the supplies to start cleaning, sanding and waterproofing.
"You know, I'm tempted by The Northaven," he admits with a sudden, cheeky grin. "Bit of a throwback, right?"
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