there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Nudging Remi with his hip and flashing him a wicked smile for his trouble, Ronin's amusement is forced to fade in the face of the rest of their conversation, and now it's his turn to lean in for a smooch. "It's early days yet too," he reminds him. "Not like there are wedding bells or anything like that, right?" Kissing him again, the Knight steps away with clear reluctance as the sight of their quarry (heh, because it's mud) comes into view.
"We shall." Grinning right back, Ronin opts to keep his wings tucked away; instead, radiant points of fire ignite all around him, and he starts to creep forward to try and get the drop on the creature; it looks like it used to be a playhouse of all things, one that has unluckily merged with a snow-sculpture that had legs. "Wow," Ronin mutters. "I'll go low, you go high?"
Already darting forward, he lances a firebolt towards it. "Did Flora tell you?" he calls conversationally. "Dinner will be at Wildering House. I get to cook in a big kitchen."
"We shall." Grinning right back, Ronin opts to keep his wings tucked away; instead, radiant points of fire ignite all around him, and he starts to creep forward to try and get the drop on the creature; it looks like it used to be a playhouse of all things, one that has unluckily merged with a snow-sculpture that had legs. "Wow," Ronin mutters. "I'll go low, you go high?"
Already darting forward, he lances a firebolt towards it. "Did Flora tell you?" he calls conversationally. "Dinner will be at Wildering House. I get to cook in a big kitchen."
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