there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Ah, so that was our problem before," Ronin says, keeping his husband's balance once he decides he no longer cares for it himself, until he is safely seated at the table with him. "We just need to make sure we bring all of our friends with us each time, and apparently Mort will bless us with the ability to take down a dragon with nothing more than a shrug." He says we and us, because of course despite being the one to wield the black-bladed sword and to make that killing blow, Ronin will never take complete credit for it.
Stretching an arm casually around Remi's shoulders, partially because he wants to but also so he can peep at the menu with him. He's about to point out that the Bastion can still have favourites among the alcohol he brews (assuming that's what he's annoyed about when he says his name, anyway), when the elbow to his ribs has him actually looking up.
And looking intently, he might add.
"Speaking of things that were different a year ago," he mutters, almost under his breath, and already he's rising to his feet with the full intention of explaining to a certain smuggler where his hands do and do not belong.
Stretching an arm casually around Remi's shoulders, partially because he wants to but also so he can peep at the menu with him. He's about to point out that the Bastion can still have favourites among the alcohol he brews (assuming that's what he's annoyed about when he says his name, anyway), when the elbow to his ribs has him actually looking up.
And looking intently, he might add.
"Speaking of things that were different a year ago," he mutters, almost under his breath, and already he's rising to his feet with the full intention of explaining to a certain smuggler where his hands do and do not belong.
RONIN
