and on to the glory at my right hand
"The way everyone talks about me being able to bring them back from the dead, you'd think I had an infinite number of resurrections tucked away in my pocket. I have two," he says dryly to Remi. "And they're no good if I'm the one who accidentally gets stabbed with Wilde's Rapier." Stumbling a little as he's drawn against the other man's side, Ronin's feigned annoyance soon melts away so he can accept the kiss to his cheek.
"Bold of you to assume I would ever try to dodge out of your way," he murmurs, nosing affectionately into Remi's curls before peeling away with obvious reluctance, gesturing around at the flat area. "This should work. Here - pick your poison." He offers out two identical training swords; naturally, this means one of them must be far superior in ways only known to young soldiers.
"Bold of you to assume I would ever try to dodge out of your way," he murmurs, nosing affectionately into Remi's curls before peeling away with obvious reluctance, gesturing around at the flat area. "This should work. Here - pick your poison." He offers out two identical training swords; naturally, this means one of them must be far superior in ways only known to young soldiers.
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