Top of the World

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets "Would that you were... she doesn't have a prickly chin," Ronin muttered grumpily, though there was no small hint of amusement in his voice as well. Everything tasted like berries and alcohol, and he could feel his stomach churn uncomfortably. Still, wound around Remi and warm and inside? This was practically luxurious. Sighing, the hunter peeped out from his safe place against Remi's neck and moaned his own objection as the light hit his eyes. Arching an eyebrow blearily at the claws that flexed dangerously in the air, Ronin smirked and shrugged. "Lion would be warmer. Probably more cuddly too," he pointed out, though he didn't push the issue. The lion was still largely an unknown, at least to Ronin. "Well, between the two of us I am very glad to be alive," he said, yawning widely and shifting as gingerly as possible to sit up. The floor was very uncomfortable.