I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Like his husband, Ronin instantly ceases the impromptu snowball fight as the wail rises into the air, dropping his ammunition and directing his nimbus low enough that he might travel with Remi up to see what the fuss was all about. Luckily, the familiar-by-now sound of squabbling children is enough to have him relaxing, and he offers a sunny smile as he pops up beside the Bastion before their opponent.
Opponents who have stopped fighting to stare up at them with wide eyes.
Shit it's both of them
We should probably
GET OUT OF THE WAY!
It's of little surprise that the small gang of hooligans tries to scrabble away as quick as their legs will take them, trudging and stumbling through the snow towards a cluster of houses a short distance away. "Do you think we should go as well?" Ronin stage-whispers to Remi. "If they tell their mothers on us, we're in big trouble."
Opponents who have stopped fighting to stare up at them with wide eyes.
Shit it's both of them
We should probably
GET OUT OF THE WAY!
It's of little surprise that the small gang of hooligans tries to scrabble away as quick as their legs will take them, trudging and stumbling through the snow towards a cluster of houses a short distance away. "Do you think we should go as well?" Ronin stage-whispers to Remi. "If they tell their mothers on us, we're in big trouble."
RONIN
