and on to the glory at my right hand
"Well, if he does then he has proved you right in being naive," Ronin says simply, deciding against responding to Remi's first remark lest they start to be less than modest in a temple (as if he hasn't already done questionable things in here). Collecting his two vials and stepping back so that the alchemist can take his turn, the Huntsman makes sure they're tightly sealed before slipping them away into his pocket where he can't think about them.
Grumbling, he does reach for Remi once he's finished, drawing the other man against him and slippin an arm around his waist as if to lead him in a dance. "We should host a ball," he says. "Didn't we plan on organising a masquerade? That sounds like something we'd do."
The point the other man makes is a good one, and Ronin can't help but concede to it. "Really," he confirms, but he sounds a lot less delighted about it. "I suppose even if they do get another one, we've at least bought ourselves some time, right? And I am able to verify that the upgrade is gone. With hitting."
Grumbling, he does reach for Remi once he's finished, drawing the other man against him and slippin an arm around his waist as if to lead him in a dance. "We should host a ball," he says. "Didn't we plan on organising a masquerade? That sounds like something we'd do."
The point the other man makes is a good one, and Ronin can't help but concede to it. "Really," he confirms, but he sounds a lot less delighted about it. "I suppose even if they do get another one, we've at least bought ourselves some time, right? And I am able to verify that the upgrade is gone. With hitting."
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