RONIN
the darkstar
"So what I'm hearing is that this plain, basic training session I've suggested has become a full-blown demigod fight," Ronin drawls, letting out a long sigh and nudging his husband with his hip. "You know this is why you never actually learn how to spar, right?" He smirks. "If there should ever come a day when you can't knock someone's soul out, you're going to be in trouble."
But Remi gets what Remi wants, of course - and that includes managing to trip Ronin up. His arm is still around his husband though, so he very nearly drags him down as well. Straightening up (and maybe using the other man to help steady him), he scoffs and shakes his head. "If I shift then I'll run the risk of setting the whole place on fire," he reminds him gently. "I'll keep myself as myself, thanks. Where do you want to do this?" They have a choice - the obstacle course, or the arena.
But Remi gets what Remi wants, of course - and that includes managing to trip Ronin up. His arm is still around his husband though, so he very nearly drags him down as well. Straightening up (and maybe using the other man to help steady him), he scoffs and shakes his head. "If I shift then I'll run the risk of setting the whole place on fire," he reminds him gently. "I'll keep myself as myself, thanks. Where do you want to do this?" They have a choice - the obstacle course, or the arena.
