RONIN
"Oh I can," Ronin informs his husband, all grit and mischief as he hauls himself higher into the boughs. From his side, the Attuned bond fizzes with continued affectionate outrage (he ought to have known Remi would cheat, in retrospect) and determination not to be Sir It for longer than absolutely necessary. Of couse, it would be a lot easier if he didn't exclusively possess shifts that were massive, on fire, or actively bad at climbing.
As such, when Remi flings himself to some spindly twigs in the tree across from the one the Knight is climbing, he's forced to follow at a much lower level. Swearing softly and inching out across the boughs until he can find a good place to jump across to an interlocking series of branches, he ends up hugging the trunk with an oof! of effort.
"You gotta come down eventually," he calls up towards his husband, grinning and reaching up to shake at the higher branches, as if to dislodge the raccoon from his perch.
As such, when Remi flings himself to some spindly twigs in the tree across from the one the Knight is climbing, he's forced to follow at a much lower level. Swearing softly and inching out across the boughs until he can find a good place to jump across to an interlocking series of branches, he ends up hugging the trunk with an oof! of effort.
"You gotta come down eventually," he calls up towards his husband, grinning and reaching up to shake at the higher branches, as if to dislodge the raccoon from his perch.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
