RONIN
Ronin’s arms tighten further around Remi’s waist, and his husband will feel the grin on his lips as he leans in to kiss his neck, though he does gasp and raise his gaze to Amalia at her quip. ”I can’t make any promises. I’ve gotten a taste for dropping buildings on peop— oi! Elbowed in the ribs, he nudges Remi with his hip and and straightens up to watch the baker and her expert cooking skills.
When she approaches with the plates, Ronin is too interested in what’s on them to make jokes, and he flaps his own star back at Remi before almost inhaling it. ”Ama can stay,” he says when there’s space in his mouth, seeming very pleased and pausing only to feed a bit of pancake to Sugar. ”She’s good at this. What shape are you going to make for yourself?”
When she approaches with the plates, Ronin is too interested in what’s on them to make jokes, and he flaps his own star back at Remi before almost inhaling it. ”Ama can stay,” he says when there’s space in his mouth, seeming very pleased and pausing only to feed a bit of pancake to Sugar. ”She’s good at this. What shape are you going to make for yourself?”
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
