gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
To Kaisel's absolute credit, he takes the prodding like a champ, and Ronin is already scoffing out a laugh as he turns to stir the pot (literally as well as figuratively, apparently). "I did say I was willing," he concedes. "Though I'm not sure if I'm at the love you forever stage yet, Kai. Maybe we can go on a date fi-- ow." The nudge to his hip comes almost on the heels of Flora's low and icy interjection, Ronin setting the lid back down on the pot and turning to glance over his shoulder.
Glancing between those gathered in the kitchen (and ignoring the way he can hear Mateo softly choking on a mai tai in what's either laughter or utter shock), he raises his eyebrows and opts, indeed very wisely, to follow Remi's lead. "That's exactly what I meant to say. Sorry for being crass - old soldier habits die hard. Easy to imagine you're back in the barracks instead of in mixed company."
Taking another long (and necessary) swig of beer, his voice betrays him as it laces through his husband's mind. Sorry, he repeats, was I supposed to pretend that the gOoD sTuFf Flora got from the market wasn't this kid's dick? My bad.
Glancing between those gathered in the kitchen (and ignoring the way he can hear Mateo softly choking on a mai tai in what's either laughter or utter shock), he raises his eyebrows and opts, indeed very wisely, to follow Remi's lead. "That's exactly what I meant to say. Sorry for being crass - old soldier habits die hard. Easy to imagine you're back in the barracks instead of in mixed company."
Taking another long (and necessary) swig of beer, his voice betrays him as it laces through his husband's mind. Sorry, he repeats, was I supposed to pretend that the gOoD sTuFf Flora got from the market wasn't this kid's dick? My bad.
RONIN
