RONIN
"That," Ronin tells his husband with a tone that feels stern and an expression that belies the exact opposite, "is very sweet of you. Perhaps we can start frequenting those thrift stalls in marketplaces that sell broken and secondhand items. Unless you like breaking things." Because Ronin is not about to be bested by his husband's attempts at being the best and most thoughtful.
Remi goes to the couch, not at all occhieggiando, and Ronin spends a couple of seconds testing his weight on the balls of his feet, before heading further into their kitchenette with the tell-tale swagger of the very well fucked. "That's right," he says with a chuckle, heading to their icebox (aka opening and reaching out of a window into the snow) to get their ningo, "you spent quite a bit of time at that brothel, didn't you?"
Donning an apron around his waist that protects his assets while continuing to bare his buns to his husband, Ronin is holding a comically large ningo as he turns back from the window, though there is no doubt that they'll manage to eat it all between them. "I absolutely would," he says, all the while eyeing their stove as if wondering whether the bird will fit.
Remi goes to the couch, not at all occhieggiando, and Ronin spends a couple of seconds testing his weight on the balls of his feet, before heading further into their kitchenette with the tell-tale swagger of the very well fucked. "That's right," he says with a chuckle, heading to their icebox (aka opening and reaching out of a window into the snow) to get their ningo, "you spent quite a bit of time at that brothel, didn't you?"
Donning an apron around his waist that protects his assets while continuing to bare his buns to his husband, Ronin is holding a comically large ningo as he turns back from the window, though there is no doubt that they'll manage to eat it all between them. "I absolutely would," he says, all the while eyeing their stove as if wondering whether the bird will fit.
one more wish for you
