RONIN
the white knight
Thrilled in a way that only fire, meat, booze and good company can inspire, as the BBQ begins to grow busier, Ronin flashes a grin to the man who appears like magic at his side - no one other than his husband, of course. "All I'm hearing is that I look good in this," he says with a smug smile, dutifully accepting his kiss and offering Remi a bite of one of the ribs he's recently loaded onto a plate beside the grill. Finishing it, whether or not the Bastion decides to share with him, he raises the bone in a cheers to Melita for her offerings of wine and hel(...?) meat.
Opting not to ask - and it'll be grilled the same as everything else he's presented - and flinging the rib bone into the bright flames of the fire, he tosses a casual wave to any others approaching and glances at his empty beer at Remi's question. "Apron confidence and meat are powerful sources of energy," he says, expression serious and his tone sagely, "but I wouldn't say no to a drink." Blowing the other man a kiss to see him off, he glances back asHadama's shadow falls across him, offering the Tidebreaker a broad grin.
"Very nice," he says of the mahi mahi, already making room on the grill to season and cook the fish and add it to the vast and ongoing feast. As for his apron, Ronin's smile turns bashful. "I don't actually know," he says. "Remi got it as a gift for our last wedding anniversary." And it had been the only thing the Bastion had been wearing when he'd woken up that day, though he decides to leave that - and what had happened next - out of polite conversation.
Anyway, burgers!
"You got it," he calls to Nova and Calypso, delivering two thick ramphire burgers onto plates for them to assemble with their fixings as they like. Giving his spatula a little spin in his fingers and feeling very much like the master of the meats, only as Sunjata pops up does he brandish the implement almost like a weapon, his smile crooked and mischievous.
"Oh, I dunno," he drawls to what had once been his best friend, "I'm not sure you've got the skills for this, Jata. You can always help by eating, though?"
Opting not to ask - and it'll be grilled the same as everything else he's presented - and flinging the rib bone into the bright flames of the fire, he tosses a casual wave to any others approaching and glances at his empty beer at Remi's question. "Apron confidence and meat are powerful sources of energy," he says, expression serious and his tone sagely, "but I wouldn't say no to a drink." Blowing the other man a kiss to see him off, he glances back as
"Very nice," he says of the mahi mahi, already making room on the grill to season and cook the fish and add it to the vast and ongoing feast. As for his apron, Ronin's smile turns bashful. "I don't actually know," he says. "Remi got it as a gift for our last wedding anniversary." And it had been the only thing the Bastion had been wearing when he'd woken up that day, though he decides to leave that - and what had happened next - out of polite conversation.
Anyway, burgers!
"You got it," he calls to Nova and Calypso, delivering two thick ramphire burgers onto plates for them to assemble with their fixings as they like. Giving his spatula a little spin in his fingers and feeling very much like the master of the meats, only as Sunjata pops up does he brandish the implement almost like a weapon, his smile crooked and mischievous.
"Oh, I dunno," he drawls to what had once been his best friend, "I'm not sure you've got the skills for this, Jata. You can always help by eating, though?"
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
