RONIN
”Yes, my bunting,” Ronin agrees with a smug grin, glancing from his husband back to his project - that is, until Remi asks his question. Having been concentrating so hard, he completely falls for it, the Star looking down at his chest only to fight bright paint streaked across his nose. ”Oi!” he objects with a laugh, swatting at his husband (but being very careful indeed not to put the little triangles at risk).
So, scooting away from the table and all the precious things upon it, he seizes a handful of broken beads and leans in to try and stuff them down the front of Remi’s pants. ”How’d you like it?” he demands, rubbing the leaves further into Remi’s hair for good measure.
So, scooting away from the table and all the precious things upon it, he seizes a handful of broken beads and leans in to try and stuff them down the front of Remi’s pants. ”How’d you like it?” he demands, rubbing the leaves further into Remi’s hair for good measure.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
