the things we hold are always the first to go
Ronin seemed puzzled at first, by Remi's comment, until he caught the other man's suggestive smile and offered a filthy grin in return. "Be that as it may, I don't think there's any reason to show it off to our friends and our loved ones, is there?" he said, laughing and brushing his thumb across Remi's chest, able to hear the drumbeat of his heartbeat under his hand. Ronin's smile softened; the simple pleasure of being able to lay here and do this was beyond what he had ever expected for himself after last year, and he promised himself not to waste it.
"Oh obviously - all the absurd rules. Also someone must almost start a fight, and I expect to be judged harshly for our choice of venue and guests," he said haughtily, before the facade broke into a warm grin. "Is it safe to say that you will be doing the lion's share of the planning? I can plan tactics on a battlefield, Remi, but this sort of thing..." He winced and shrugged.
"Oh obviously - all the absurd rules. Also someone must almost start a fight, and I expect to be judged harshly for our choice of venue and guests," he said haughtily, before the facade broke into a warm grin. "Is it safe to say that you will be doing the lion's share of the planning? I can plan tactics on a battlefield, Remi, but this sort of thing..." He winced and shrugged.
