RONIN
the white knight
"This is not a burden at all, I assure you husband," Ronin says breezily of the basket of shrimp, eyes glittering with continued mischief and his foot knocking against Remi's once again beneath the table. "But I always appreciate your commitment to our vows." So saying, he generously allows the other man to help himself without a fight, even if they do almost pick the same shrimp on more than one occasion.
Casting his gaze out to the cozy bar around them, Ronin gestures as if to say whatever for? aren't there enough already? But he understands the need for a local watering hole and, upon finishing his bite of shrimp, he hums his agreement. "It wouldn't be our first time helping to build something," he agrees. "Makes you wish people would stop fucking burning it down though, right?"
Grinning and grabbing another shrimp from the basket, he almost throws it at Remi for his sass, mouth falling open in horror. "There is nothing wrong with my hair," he hisses. "And I wouldn't mind keeping track of our children, only it's never our children, it's just whatever Flora might pull us into next." He raises his eyebrows as if challenging Remi to tell him he's wrong.
Casting his gaze out to the cozy bar around them, Ronin gestures as if to say whatever for? aren't there enough already? But he understands the need for a local watering hole and, upon finishing his bite of shrimp, he hums his agreement. "It wouldn't be our first time helping to build something," he agrees. "Makes you wish people would stop fucking burning it down though, right?"
Grinning and grabbing another shrimp from the basket, he almost throws it at Remi for his sass, mouth falling open in horror. "There is nothing wrong with my hair," he hisses. "And I wouldn't mind keeping track of our children, only it's never our children, it's just whatever Flora might pull us into next." He raises his eyebrows as if challenging Remi to tell him he's wrong.
