RONIN
the white knight
you and I burned out our steam
"Bold of you to assume I am letting you get away with insulting me," Ronin rumbles, bouncing his eyebrows at his husband as if to say wait until we get back to the houseboat, though the affection he sends back towards the other man is genuine all the same. As he pats down the soil and seems satisfied with his seed planting, he can't help but scoff at Remi's implications. "And what do you think Vi would make of it?" he wants to know; the Bastion of course must be the expert, given that he's made such a comment.
Wrinkling his nose but nodding reluctant agreement - they probably are tied when it comes to concussions these days - Ronin is about to rise to his feet and lovingly offer the other man a hand when he's assaulted by dirty fingers, a gesture that has him pulling a face and swatting Remi's hands playfully away. "You are such a menace," he complains, scrambling up and not offering the aforementioned hand so he can clean his face instead. "Come on - I've a mind to teach you some manners." He winks.
Wrinkling his nose but nodding reluctant agreement - they probably are tied when it comes to concussions these days - Ronin is about to rise to his feet and lovingly offer the other man a hand when he's assaulted by dirty fingers, a gesture that has him pulling a face and swatting Remi's hands playfully away. "You are such a menace," he complains, scrambling up and not offering the aforementioned hand so he can clean his face instead. "Come on - I've a mind to teach you some manners." He winks.
chasing someone else's dream
