I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
The initial shift in balance isn't enough to tip Ronin off to the houseboat's movement, the Knight's posture adjusting slightly on the deck but nothing more, assuming it's either heatstroke setting in or the natural bob and sway of the Northaven in the water. When she lurches, though, well. The drag on his wings already has him lopsided, and as the boat is ferried away from the coast and into deeper, darker waters, Ronin topples and lands with a soft thump on his ass.
What normally would have had him laughing today only has him rolling to try and gain some steadier footing, and he dismisses his wings as an afterthought as he reaches for the side of the boat to brace against. Sorry, Remi, he sends out into the deep. He can't see the tentacles, but he doesn't need to in order to know that his husband's kraken form is responsible for this impromptu kidnapping. I'm not in the mood today.
What normally would have had him laughing today only has him rolling to try and gain some steadier footing, and he dismisses his wings as an afterthought as he reaches for the side of the boat to brace against. Sorry, Remi, he sends out into the deep. He can't see the tentacles, but he doesn't need to in order to know that his husband's kraken form is responsible for this impromptu kidnapping. I'm not in the mood today.
RONIN
