RONIN
"Probably for me not to be?" Ronin suggested, a crooked grin on his face that only grew at the press of a bearded cheek against his own. "Pancakes." He nudged an elbow back against Remi's ribs, letting the Alchemist slouch to sit down as he began to mix the flour and milk and eggs into a pancake batter. It was a refreshingly ordinary scene, the sunlight reaching into the kitchen and striping it with shadows, Ronin leaning comfortably back against the counter, barefoot and shirtless and with parchment bouncing off his chest courtesy of Remi.
"I wouldn't put it past you. Do tell me if you find out any new magics, please?" he remarked, whisking the mixture up as he spoke, moving with ease around the kitchen now to grab a pan and to heat up the stove.
Jaw dropping comically at the insinuation that he was old, Ronin seized the parchment to lazily throw it back. "Listen, you," he said, setting everything down and moving to purposely muss up Remi's curls more. "It definitely was more boring back in Northaven. But I'd take here any day. Whether the days go by quickly or slowly... at least we're more free to be ourselves here."
"I wouldn't put it past you. Do tell me if you find out any new magics, please?" he remarked, whisking the mixture up as he spoke, moving with ease around the kitchen now to grab a pan and to heat up the stove.
Jaw dropping comically at the insinuation that he was old, Ronin seized the parchment to lazily throw it back. "Listen, you," he said, setting everything down and moving to purposely muss up Remi's curls more. "It definitely was more boring back in Northaven. But I'd take here any day. Whether the days go by quickly or slowly... at least we're more free to be ourselves here."
