actin' like a winner for you

please just don't forget me It might not be Leafchange any longer, but Deepfrost makes the Nova soft and clingy, and so perhaps roleplay is best suited for the warmer half of the year. Or maybe it's just the right here, right now of it that has Ronin wanting to sweep his husband up into his arms, or to dress him up impeccably just so that he might unwrap him again. None of these thoughts do much to cool off the fire in his belly, and so it's almost a blessing as Remi creates further distance between them. (Doesn't feel that way, though). "Big flappy things. Like... like capes, for your whole body," he says helpfully, as if the description of a towel might do anything to help. "If I get channelled right now, they're going to have quite a surprise when I appear," he adds, the words accompanied with flushed cheeks. It takes a few minutes of determinedly admiring the world around them rather than the man at his side for Ronin to feel as though it's safe to leave the springs. When he does, though, it's with his fingers clasped in Remi's and the sort of urgency that might suggest there's another monster in town. Which isn't technically a lie, of course, but the monsters are currently trapped in their pants. And it's better it stays that way in public. ~FIN