RONIN
the white knight
"What, turn the Northaven into something like the Floating Marketplace in King's End?" Ronin asks with a grin, not at all sounding opposed to the idea. "But instead of different stalls it's just different rooms of the house? We could tether up the Sugartide and La Verbena while we're at it, make it a family affair." Laughing now, if only because as much as he's on board with the suggestion, never could he imagine their children agreeing to such a thing, Ronin lets his fingers strum idly along Remi's upper arm and turns them down a much less-travelled trail through the undergrowth.
"...Yes," he says slowly in response to what exactly he's been doing out here at their old, old wagon, fully expecting to get no shortage of shit for it. "Listen, you've got your lifeguard duties when you go and play with the pirate ships. And I've got... this." Shooting the other man a hopeful glance, he gestures vaguely ahead where a small, incredibly rickety shape almost overtaken by a tangle of vines is coming into view. "Ta daaaa?"
"...Yes," he says slowly in response to what exactly he's been doing out here at their old, old wagon, fully expecting to get no shortage of shit for it. "Listen, you've got your lifeguard duties when you go and play with the pirate ships. And I've got... this." Shooting the other man a hopeful glance, he gestures vaguely ahead where a small, incredibly rickety shape almost overtaken by a tangle of vines is coming into view. "Ta daaaa?"
