the things we hold are always the first to go
"It is... oh," Ronin says, blinking as if wondering why there were so many kids in the street when he'd seen Tobi off. "Oh, that's good then." Relaxing against Remi and seeming happy to bask in the other man's smugness if only he keeps up with the kisses and the hair touches, Ronin groans a note of guilt and regret about the reminder of last night's antics.
"Oh gods, I'm going to have to bring more apology wine aren't I?" Slouching back against the counter as if Remi's clap to his shoulder has gravely wounded him, Ronin rubs at his eyes and inches back closer to the Lullaby. If he's sneaky, he thinks he might be able to worm himself under Remi's arm and use him to prop himself up.
"Tobi's not angry about Everest, at least," he mumbles. "Well done, me, because I thought I'd be slapped by her."
"Oh gods, I'm going to have to bring more apology wine aren't I?" Slouching back against the counter as if Remi's clap to his shoulder has gravely wounded him, Ronin rubs at his eyes and inches back closer to the Lullaby. If he's sneaky, he thinks he might be able to worm himself under Remi's arm and use him to prop himself up.
"Tobi's not angry about Everest, at least," he mumbles. "Well done, me, because I thought I'd be slapped by her."
