I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"I've appeared after a shower, in the middle of breakfast, and while enjoying a dip in the hotsprings," Ronin counters with a furrowed brow. "All of those are varying degrees of inappropriate, thank you." But no, if pushed he'll concede that he's never appeared at full mast in front of their daughter, so to speak. As Remi rightly considers, though, gods but it's only a matter of time.
Chewing on the inside of his cheek as they take the snowy path further into the Domiciles, the Bastion is just the distraction Ronin needs from such morose thoughts, and it's with raised eyebrows that he turns to accept the (rustic, they're rustic) knitted mittens. It's with a smile bright enough to light him up from within - and it does - that the Knight pulls them on, only to promptly cup his husband's cheeks with his mittened hands, drawing him into a kiss.
"They are perfect, and so are you," he murmurs against his lips, brushing his cold nose against Remi's. "I'll make sure to look after them, don't you worry."
Chewing on the inside of his cheek as they take the snowy path further into the Domiciles, the Bastion is just the distraction Ronin needs from such morose thoughts, and it's with raised eyebrows that he turns to accept the (rustic, they're rustic) knitted mittens. It's with a smile bright enough to light him up from within - and it does - that the Knight pulls them on, only to promptly cup his husband's cheeks with his mittened hands, drawing him into a kiss.
"They are perfect, and so are you," he murmurs against his lips, brushing his cold nose against Remi's. "I'll make sure to look after them, don't you worry."
RONIN
