this madness of now

"Me? Flirting? With you? I'm sorry, my beautiful accented octopus stranger, but I happen to have a husband." Ronin flashed Remi a grin, relaxing little by little now that he could still speak to the alchemist even if his form was not one that the hunter easily recognised any longer. Opening his mouth to comment further - and likely take them closer and closer to tumbling into bed again - Ronin found himself quite suddenly cut off by a slur of drunken calls. Turning slowly, still calf deep in the water, he regarded the approaching men with honest confusion, as if wondering what on earth they wanted. "Pet?" he echoed, his lip curling. "Why don't you feel each other up instead? You don't need octopus tentacles for that?" he snapped back. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.