there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Oh, I can think of a few reasons," Ronin says with a grin towards Remi as he reluctantly straightens up instead of continuing to pepper him with kisses until his plate inevitably goes toppling. Regardless, with Oria on the case (or as close to it as she can get) and Sugar circling quietly overhead, the Knight lets himself actually start to relax. He's just slipped an arm around the Bastion's waist, intent on leading him towards the cluster of chairs he'd pointed out, when Zavien's voice reaches his ears.
"Identical boys," he clarifies with a smile, shooting that same wry smile back towards his husband before trying - and failing - to also find Carlo and Calan in the crowd. (He doesn't know yet that they are in the middle of creating a dessert empire beneath one of the tablecloths, but he bets Oria will let them know the second she gets wind of it).
"They are Accepted. We learned that when they channelled themselves to a shrine and aged themselves out of the newborn stage. I do worry what that must have said about us, you know." He laughs.
"Identical boys," he clarifies with a smile, shooting that same wry smile back towards his husband before trying - and failing - to also find Carlo and Calan in the crowd. (He doesn't know yet that they are in the middle of creating a dessert empire beneath one of the tablecloths, but he bets Oria will let them know the second she gets wind of it).
"They are Accepted. We learned that when they channelled themselves to a shrine and aged themselves out of the newborn stage. I do worry what that must have said about us, you know." He laughs.
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