gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
Ronin is busy curling his lip at some distant couple daring to stroll along the beach at this time of morning when he hears Remi's voice, the Knight rising stiffly to his feet. He clutches the abandoned basket in one hand as he returns to the other man's side, though not without a couple of suspicious glances over his shoulder. "Sorry," he mutters, not sounding it one bit, dismissing his crown of antlers so he might draw Remi flush against him, pressing a kiss to his cheek that somehow manages to seem possessive.
"Coffee sounds good," he agrees, though the glance he gives his mug suggests that he fully expects Remi to feed it to him, since doesn't plan to let the Bastion or the basket go. "What are all these for, do you think?" he asks, nodding down at the sage and the candles. The young man hadn't exactly been given time to explain given the circumstances.
"Coffee sounds good," he agrees, though the glance he gives his mug suggests that he fully expects Remi to feed it to him, since doesn't plan to let the Bastion or the basket go. "What are all these for, do you think?" he asks, nodding down at the sage and the candles. The young man hadn't exactly been given time to explain given the circumstances.
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
