RONIN
the white knight
Grateful for the kisses to distract him whenever he spots someone being inappropriate (read: looking vaguely at) towards his husband, Ronin at least manages to keep himself in check when he notices Isla, merely tucking Remi a little closer against him and obnoxiously nuzzling into his curls. "I hope they wouldn't feel that way," he murmurs, "though I could understand it if they did."
Sighing, he draws them towards a barrel of what looks like spiced apple cider, the Knight figuring that's as good a place to start as any. "Maybe this will give someone an opportunity that wouldn't usually have one, if there are less lanterns for Ludo to pick," he suggests, peeling himself away from Remi for just a moment to fill a cup for both of them. "Either way, I look forward to finding a good place to sit where I can people watch with you for the evening." He raises his cup in a toast.
Sighing, he draws them towards a barrel of what looks like spiced apple cider, the Knight figuring that's as good a place to start as any. "Maybe this will give someone an opportunity that wouldn't usually have one, if there are less lanterns for Ludo to pick," he suggests, peeling himself away from Remi for just a moment to fill a cup for both of them. "Either way, I look forward to finding a good place to sit where I can people watch with you for the evening." He raises his cup in a toast.
