it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
Beaming at the shape of his husband still half swallowed by the blankets, clearly the response is what matters to Ronin more than the form it takes. He turns back to the stove to start cooking the bakey part of their breakfast, the soft sizzling enough to have Sugar also peeping out from her nest in one of the net storage compartments along the side of the Northaven's interior. "Glad to hear it. I was the same," he says, smirking up at the pale snout questing for bacon without wanting to properly emerge to get it.
"Oh? We can discuss our findings over drinks afterwards, maybe," he suggests. That's dependent on what flavour of trouble their sons might have gotten into by then, but at the very least they'll be able to get the god part of it figured out. Drinks just might end up being twin-centric dinner instead.
Glancing towards at Remi now and smiling more gently, he steps back enough from the counter to hook one of his feet around a kitchen chair, scooting it out invitingly for his husband to come and sit. "I don't know if we should be reassured or not that this could be bigger than The Family," he admits. At the very least it feels Caido-born, though, rather than another horror from the cosmos.
"Oh? We can discuss our findings over drinks afterwards, maybe," he suggests. That's dependent on what flavour of trouble their sons might have gotten into by then, but at the very least they'll be able to get the god part of it figured out. Drinks just might end up being twin-centric dinner instead.
Glancing towards at Remi now and smiling more gently, he steps back enough from the counter to hook one of his feet around a kitchen chair, scooting it out invitingly for his husband to come and sit. "I don't know if we should be reassured or not that this could be bigger than The Family," he admits. At the very least it feels Caido-born, though, rather than another horror from the cosmos.
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
