the baffled king composing hallelujah
"You are a gift, all on your own," Ronin said, his grin growing at realising how cheesy he was being but not caring one bit. Reaching out to set the wine down on the workbench next to whatever random assortment of... things that Remi was working on, the hunter leant in to steal a hello from Remi's lips.
Straightening up, he folded his arms across his chest and regarded the other man triumphantly. "I am here to distract you," he informed him, as though it was a mission given by the gods. "So pack up your stuff and I'll fetch us two glasses. What'd you say?" There wasn't really a point in the question; as if Ronin would take no for an answer.
Straightening up, he folded his arms across his chest and regarded the other man triumphantly. "I am here to distract you," he informed him, as though it was a mission given by the gods. "So pack up your stuff and I'll fetch us two glasses. What'd you say?" There wasn't really a point in the question; as if Ronin would take no for an answer.