RONIN
Accepting the meaty kiss as though they aren't in a shop filled with lovely and clean fabrics, Ronin cares not one iota if he is being a bit of a Belle. His husband has always been a bit of a beast in turn - at least since they had moved to Torchline, anyway - and he's learned to roll with those punches. "Ew, pRaCtIcAL." He rolls his eyes, huffing to himself and sorting through a few bits of ribbon that he might be able to weave into a star shape (or a dick shape, he hasn't decided yet), when a strong hand is yanking his sleeve away.
Not one to deny Remi on a good day, let alone in this state, he lets his arm fold around the Lullaby to guide him back out of the fabric shop, letting his concern flood through their bond rather than allowing it to show to the (very puzzled) merchant. "What happened?" he asks only once they are clear of the place, keeping to the snowy cobbles and weaving pathways.
Not one to deny Remi on a good day, let alone in this state, he lets his arm fold around the Lullaby to guide him back out of the fabric shop, letting his concern flood through their bond rather than allowing it to show to the (very puzzled) merchant. "What happened?" he asks only once they are clear of the place, keeping to the snowy cobbles and weaving pathways.
one more wish for you
