RONIN
"Careful, or I'll start bringing hostages aboard for you to shout at, like a cat bringing home presents," Ronin says through a laugh. He's busy gathering his own sandpaper block - and a chisel, and a plane for shaving wood - but not busy enough not to notice the pink flush to Remi's cheeks (even beneath the beard) or the misty cadence to his feelings.
"I'd rather fuck you," he purrs, clambering aboard and blowing the Lullaby a kiss. "But unfortunately, we'll need to fix this place up before we christen it." Both Ronins don a shit-eating grin before getting promptly to work. (Incentive, am I right?) One sands and cleans up the exterior of the little boat - the other sweeps away debris and clears out any leftover trash, preparing the area for oil and varnish and paint.
"Honestly," he says of Mateo, "we'll probably need the plants to keep half of this standing." It's cheerfully said now that they're getting into it. And with demigod strength and endurance to fall back on, the work is done swiftly enough to have even the most skilled carpenter green with envy.
"I'd rather fuck you," he purrs, clambering aboard and blowing the Lullaby a kiss. "But unfortunately, we'll need to fix this place up before we christen it." Both Ronins don a shit-eating grin before getting promptly to work. (Incentive, am I right?) One sands and cleans up the exterior of the little boat - the other sweeps away debris and clears out any leftover trash, preparing the area for oil and varnish and paint.
"Honestly," he says of Mateo, "we'll probably need the plants to keep half of this standing." It's cheerfully said now that they're getting into it. And with demigod strength and endurance to fall back on, the work is done swiftly enough to have even the most skilled carpenter green with envy.
one more wish for you
