RONIN
”And you love it,” Ronin replies to his husband, his cry of outrage tinged with amusement as whiskey cream is wiped onto his nose. Sugar instantly goes on the attack, leaping from Remi’s shoulder to Ronin’s with a cream-covered tail, and both go down in a snarl of curses and laughter. ”We murdered the family and all their future generations,” he calls to Amalia, struggling to his feet with Sugar draped around his shoulders (both reptile and Star are a fucking mess - even more of one - by now).
Patting Remi on the ass as he heads into the kitchen, Ronin moves to continue with his task of wiping down the counters. There’s egg on the ceiling and a half devoured pancake hanging out of one of the cupboards. Go figure.
”Ruined is such a strong word, Ama. I think you mean complemented, surely?” He grins to the baker, more than willing to sail along on this buoyed mood until the Shield wanted to talk.
Patting Remi on the ass as he heads into the kitchen, Ronin moves to continue with his task of wiping down the counters. There’s egg on the ceiling and a half devoured pancake hanging out of one of the cupboards. Go figure.
”Ruined is such a strong word, Ama. I think you mean complemented, surely?” He grins to the baker, more than willing to sail along on this buoyed mood until the Shield wanted to talk.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
