even my darkness shines for you
Ronin does, indeed, stop judging and start helping, dutifully shaking out his feathers until it's just his shirt again and starting to help move the tools into the box Remi goes to fetch. Still, much as the Star might try anything once, even he gives the bag that smells like it's rotting a wide berth, leaving it to his husband to figure out what to do with that delightful little addition.
Raising his eyebrows to hear whose house this is - since when does Remi go and talk to people - Ronin can't help but smile as he gazes up at the place. "Look at you, helping out an old man and getting yourself some bits and pieces to play with at the same time," he says, affection quite obviously colouring his words.
Continuing to heft gears and fence boards into the box, eventually Ronin straightens up and raises a brow at the other man, a smile threatening to creep across his face. "Oh do tell," he all but purrs; he can't wait to see what else Remi's got up his sleeve.
Raising his eyebrows to hear whose house this is - since when does Remi go and talk to people - Ronin can't help but smile as he gazes up at the place. "Look at you, helping out an old man and getting yourself some bits and pieces to play with at the same time," he says, affection quite obviously colouring his words.
Continuing to heft gears and fence boards into the box, eventually Ronin straightens up and raises a brow at the other man, a smile threatening to creep across his face. "Oh do tell," he all but purrs; he can't wait to see what else Remi's got up his sleeve.
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