RONIN
”We all have our own crosses to bear,” Ronin says of his regrettable habit of looking so handsome, and he’s sipping at his wine again even as the box is thrust at him. Tucking it under one arm and humming a tone of ‘oh so that’s where that is’ as he examines the context of said box, he leads them back downstairs. Remi will be pleased to note that Ronin has made bacon sandwiches for them, and there’s a bottle of wine and another full glass already waiting for his husband on the counter.
Snorting at all the glitter (they’ll be eating it too, now, since it’s covered the sandwiches) Ronin gives Sugar a scritch under the chin where she’s eating the leftover bacon. ”Not a vendetta,” he corrects. ”It’s just everything has its place, and you haven’t learned yet where that place is.” Simple.
”You are right, though. There’s another bottle of wine for when we finish this one,” he murmurs, sidling up behind Remi to kiss his neck, raising an eyebrow at everything else he’s brought with him. ”Did you just grab whatever you fancied?” he inquires, taking a leather bound sketchbook and flicking through it briefly, before setting it down apart from their other materials.
Snorting at all the glitter (they’ll be eating it too, now, since it’s covered the sandwiches) Ronin gives Sugar a scritch under the chin where she’s eating the leftover bacon. ”Not a vendetta,” he corrects. ”It’s just everything has its place, and you haven’t learned yet where that place is.” Simple.
”You are right, though. There’s another bottle of wine for when we finish this one,” he murmurs, sidling up behind Remi to kiss his neck, raising an eyebrow at everything else he’s brought with him. ”Did you just grab whatever you fancied?” he inquires, taking a leather bound sketchbook and flicking through it briefly, before setting it down apart from their other materials.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
