there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Smiling as he watches Oria dutifully take flight, Ronin glances up to where Sugar is circling and patrolling (but also looking for unattended snacks, as is her right) before returning his attention to his husband. "You say nice, I say necessary." He grins to Remi, reaching out to add a generous stack of crackers to his plate along with a few cheeses rolled up in various slices of meat. "You're right, though - I doubt much can go wrong here other than ending up with a fierce sugar high."
And honestly, he expects that at a feast with the sort of dessert table like this one is boasting, the Knight stepping closer to his husband and leaning in to smooch a kiss against his cheek. "Thank you," he murmurs; even the small act of having Oria flitting around at ground level while Sugar oversees things from above is enough to unlock some tension from his shoulders. "C'mon - lets go find somewhere to sit. I think one more bread roll added to your plate and it'll all go toppling."
And honestly, he expects that at a feast with the sort of dessert table like this one is boasting, the Knight stepping closer to his husband and leaning in to smooch a kiss against his cheek. "Thank you," he murmurs; even the small act of having Oria flitting around at ground level while Sugar oversees things from above is enough to unlock some tension from his shoulders. "C'mon - lets go find somewhere to sit. I think one more bread roll added to your plate and it'll all go toppling."
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