RONIN
No answer is as good as an affirmative answer for the Knight - and that's probably the straightest thing about him, in retrospect, and only under these circumstances because consent is absolutely important god - so Ronin looks appropriately smug as he reaches up to straighten the sprig of mistletoe unnecessarily.
"Alright, fair point. What if the people arguing that are bisexual instead? Does that make it fair?" Forgetting what they're debating about entirely as the Bastion's arm moves around his waist, Ronin abandons his fussing of the decorations to lend his husband his full attention.
"That second one, yes," he murmurs, smiling softly and leaning in for a kiss only to get the warmth of a wine glass instead, his muffled protest whining from his throat. "Heyyy," he complains through a smile, chasing after Remi's lips the second the glass is removed, as if to silence any other opinions he might have.
"Alright, fair point. What if the people arguing that are bisexual instead? Does that make it fair?" Forgetting what they're debating about entirely as the Bastion's arm moves around his waist, Ronin abandons his fussing of the decorations to lend his husband his full attention.
"That second one, yes," he murmurs, smiling softly and leaning in for a kiss only to get the warmth of a wine glass instead, his muffled protest whining from his throat. "Heyyy," he complains through a smile, chasing after Remi's lips the second the glass is removed, as if to silence any other opinions he might have.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
