RONIN
Ronin loves this man, in his immaculate coat with a body that may as well be carved out of marble, dribbling into his beard. And he's grinning his apology to the merchant as he accepts his own snack, giving him a nod as if they've just settled some favour between them (they have) before he's gently directing Remi away, lest he end up chewing off the poor man's leg. "A hair ball?" he repeats with a bark of laughter, made all the more jovial for the Lullaby's accidental choking.
"It's not going anywhere!" He grins, gently patting at Remi's back and turning to pause outside a fabrics store (one just has to ignore the particular garments being advertised in the window is all). "How about we braid some ribbon together? It'll give your fingers something to do other than shred meat."
Speaking of which, Ronin must thoroughly love and have missed his husband, because he offers out his own snack for Remi as seconds. It's an offer painstakingly given, and it shows in his delighted smile.
"It's not going anywhere!" He grins, gently patting at Remi's back and turning to pause outside a fabrics store (one just has to ignore the particular garments being advertised in the window is all). "How about we braid some ribbon together? It'll give your fingers something to do other than shred meat."
Speaking of which, Ronin must thoroughly love and have missed his husband, because he offers out his own snack for Remi as seconds. It's an offer painstakingly given, and it shows in his delighted smile.
one more wish for you
