there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
It's a humid, messy affair, this trudging through the swamp business. Ronin's boots have already been taken over by mud that's now drying halfway up his calves, and the only thing that's making it remotely worth it is the fact that since Remi lost his shirt, the Star can stare at his ass as they walk. And he is absolutely staring at his ass. "If you want to be the one creeping into Cian's bed instead of creeping into bed with me, that's on you," he says softly, tilting his head to get a better view.
It's only when Remi speaks again that he catches himself, Ronin straightening up and glancing around as well, making a show of not having been checking the Lullaby out. "I mean, I'm not sure what kind of lush oasis you were expecting to suddenly pop up out here, but... yeah, no. I think it's just swamp." Grinning, the Star peeks beneath a large overhanging leaf. "We could probably manage a mud bath, but that's about it."
It's only when Remi speaks again that he catches himself, Ronin straightening up and glancing around as well, making a show of not having been checking the Lullaby out. "I mean, I'm not sure what kind of lush oasis you were expecting to suddenly pop up out here, but... yeah, no. I think it's just swamp." Grinning, the Star peeks beneath a large overhanging leaf. "We could probably manage a mud bath, but that's about it."
RONIN
