I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"No you," Ronin counters, saccharine in his insistence, letting his hand clasp around Remi's as securely as he can given that his fingers are clad in soft, knitted warmth. "I can see it now - we're at Starfall, there's chaos all around, and you're there in your rocking chair with your ball of wool." Unable not to smile at the image, the Knight leans in to press a smooch to Remi's temple, before resuming their search for their snow penises.
"If I remember right, we built it in the grounds of the old guildhall," he murmurs, though quite where that would be nowadays is beyond him. "Maybe someone built a house on top of it?" He can't imagine memory snow standing a chance against bricks and mortar. Sighing and about to suggest they just make a tribute to their penises here, a soft and powdery ball of snow suddenly zings overhead, and the Knight turns them instinctively so it hits his back.
"I think someone may have just initiated a snowball fight with us, husband."
"If I remember right, we built it in the grounds of the old guildhall," he murmurs, though quite where that would be nowadays is beyond him. "Maybe someone built a house on top of it?" He can't imagine memory snow standing a chance against bricks and mortar. Sighing and about to suggest they just make a tribute to their penises here, a soft and powdery ball of snow suddenly zings overhead, and the Knight turns them instinctively so it hits his back.
"I think someone may have just initiated a snowball fight with us, husband."
RONIN
