long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "I have, haven't I?" Ronin sighs, as if realising his husband is right is a nuisance when all he wants to do is cover him in kisses. Easily swayed by the promise of dressing the other man, though, he allows his hands to be taken and his attention directed towards the houseboat. The place is looking more homey by the day, though it could use some finishing, lived-in touches, and the Huntsman can only grin to listen to Oria as he's handed a shirt to inspect. "Can spriggans fly?" he wonders. "Not that you seem to mind at all, Oria. Should we make you a little house in here for you to decorate?" Then, of course, Remi has his shirt off and Ronin's focus is very much on the alchemist. He smiles wickedly, holding up the shirt as if to compare it to his husband to make the choice, before nodding his approval. "You are getting better at this," he informs him, fully intending to help him put his clothes on if for no other reason than it's an excuse to touch. "All you need is a waistcoat and some charcoal stains and you'll be back in the artisan's guild," he remarks.