follow my lead

"To make noisy and obnoxious love on every table, chair and other surface you might have touched or seated yourself upon?" Ronin finished for Remi, the shit-eating grin on his face suggesting that the alchemist had almost definitely sat down in a seat that had been christened by the couple. "Doubt you? I meant no offence, my skilled and good-looking friend," Ronin said gravely, sweeping into a bow before straightening back up in time for Remi to use him as a crutch. For all of his laughter and good natured teasing, Ronin was ready and able to help should anything go awry, though he resisted the urge to put an arm around Remi given that his injures were all around his abdomen. He smiled softly to his friend, nodding at his suggestion. "As long as you don't think it will affect your injuries," he said. "I don't wish to be responsible for you having more stitches." RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving