RONIN
It's not ridiculous, it's classy, and Ronin happens to think that his husband looks dashing as all fuck in it. So he will continue to conveniently not remember any plain or ordinary clothing when Remi asks for it, thank you very much. "Oh, do forgive me. I had imagined that the Greatwood had turned to crude and brutish." As if Remi wasn't already that way to begin with.
The Lullaby gets distracted by meat on a spit (read: crude and brutish above) and his counterpart, meanwhile, is gazing up at some rich violet silks fluttering overhead. "Oh? And yet you came to hang a bauble on my tree." Nudging Remi with his hip, Ronin's attention finally drops to the cart. "Well, I'm not sure it has to be ball shaped. It just has to decorate the tree. Maybe I'll pluck some of your feathers at night and make a little charm to hang up there."
The Lullaby gets distracted by meat on a spit (read: crude and brutish above) and his counterpart, meanwhile, is gazing up at some rich violet silks fluttering overhead. "Oh? And yet you came to hang a bauble on my tree." Nudging Remi with his hip, Ronin's attention finally drops to the cart. "Well, I'm not sure it has to be ball shaped. It just has to decorate the tree. Maybe I'll pluck some of your feathers at night and make a little charm to hang up there."
one more wish for you
