and on to the glory at my right hand
Grumbling - but not arguing, okay - Ronin nudges Remi back and adjusts the practice swords on his shoulder, more interested by now in making the other man feel better to delve into a lengthy conversation about the pros and cons of their personalities. "I bet it did," he mutters, the words half mumbled into Remi's curls as he fights to keep showering his husband in kisses even while they walk. "Especially since it isn't even true."
The sight of the Northaven is one for sore eyes, Ronin only letting his footsteps slow to allow his husband to draw him closer, and he awwwws at the other man for good measure. "Guilty? I don't think so, unless that's a new kink you want to explore." Grinning, he nods at the door of the Northaven up ahead. "Speaking of which, I believe there are a few places I need to be kissed better. Who knows what will happen to my injuries if they are left untended?"
The sight of the Northaven is one for sore eyes, Ronin only letting his footsteps slow to allow his husband to draw him closer, and he awwwws at the other man for good measure. "Guilty? I don't think so, unless that's a new kink you want to explore." Grinning, he nods at the door of the Northaven up ahead. "Speaking of which, I believe there are a few places I need to be kissed better. Who knows what will happen to my injuries if they are left untended?"
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