Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
Remi can savour his wine all he likes - Ronin is thoroughly enjoying drinking away the memory of rivers and desert murders (apparently), and he can only offer his husband an equally as frustrated shrug. It doesn't make any sense," he agrees wholeheartedly. "Also, what a silly name. Detective Nose. Oh - unless perhaps he had a canine shift, and that's how he knew where to go?" Still doesn't make sense as to how he knew about the murder in the first place.
Quietly pleased when the book is tossed aside, Ronin glares at it for good measure and then tops up his wine - and Remi's if it's needed. "I'd love to play X's and O's with you," he says sweetly, grabbing a scrap of paper and a pencil to sketch out the grid for them to play. "You want to be X or O?"
Quietly pleased when the book is tossed aside, Ronin glares at it for good measure and then tops up his wine - and Remi's if it's needed. "I'd love to play X's and O's with you," he says sweetly, grabbing a scrap of paper and a pencil to sketch out the grid for them to play. "You want to be X or O?"
