RONIN
"I can still be handsy come Deepfrost, if that would make you happy," Ronin says, his voice dipping into something low and secretive - mainly because those very hands are already slipping beneath the Bastion's rags to seek out pockets that have been stitched in just for his enjoyment. "You might just have to come and find me in bed a little more often than you do now." So sue him, Deepfrost makes him want to do little more than rest and cook (and eat).
Turning to press a gentle kiss to the curve of Remi's jaw where the mask doesn't quite cover, Ronin raises an eyebrow at Flora and the boy she's with, tilting his head. "If it is, I hope she has given him fair warning. It'd be nice if she gave us warning too," he adds; their dinner with Jack is also still a bitter point at the forefront of his mind, evidently.
"Isla?" Ronin repeats, subconsciously tucking his husband closer against him and glancing around for the Remedy, before softly shaking his head. "I haven't seen her for a little while, to be honest." Granted, she might be actively avoiding him at this time of year. Nodding towards the drinks as if to ask if Remi wants to go and get something, the Knight won't notice that an emergency snack has been thrifted from one of his pockets until it's far, far too late to do anything about it.
Turning to press a gentle kiss to the curve of Remi's jaw where the mask doesn't quite cover, Ronin raises an eyebrow at Flora and the boy she's with, tilting his head. "If it is, I hope she has given him fair warning. It'd be nice if she gave us warning too," he adds; their dinner with Jack is also still a bitter point at the forefront of his mind, evidently.
"Isla?" Ronin repeats, subconsciously tucking his husband closer against him and glancing around for the Remedy, before softly shaking his head. "I haven't seen her for a little while, to be honest." Granted, she might be actively avoiding him at this time of year. Nodding towards the drinks as if to ask if Remi wants to go and get something, the Knight won't notice that an emergency snack has been thrifted from one of his pockets until it's far, far too late to do anything about it.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
