I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
If it weren't for the simple and sweet pleasure in the moment, Ronin might have felt a pang of guilt that Remi wasn't usually able to go to places like this when they'd been in Northwind. For the Star nothing was off limits, and yet he never bothered to visit libraries unless he had to. Bars and gambling parlours were more his deal. So it is that they both relish this for different reasons, and Ronin leans in closer with the encouragement of the arm around his waist. Making Remi laugh definitely isn't his plan, but he's not ruling it out (things just happen to and around Ronin, and he's learned to live with it).
For now, though, it's just the taste of the man in his arms and the way the Collegium around them continues its quiet, serene research, oblivious to the shenanigans going on somewhere above. His hands want to roam, but he restrains himself lest they end up toppling a bookshelf or getting too carried away. It feels as though it's an eternity before Ronin has to come up for air, and even when he does he doesn't go far, his lips lingering against Remi's. "I want you," he whispers, and he's not even sorry about it.
For now, though, it's just the taste of the man in his arms and the way the Collegium around them continues its quiet, serene research, oblivious to the shenanigans going on somewhere above. His hands want to roam, but he restrains himself lest they end up toppling a bookshelf or getting too carried away. It feels as though it's an eternity before Ronin has to come up for air, and even when he does he doesn't go far, his lips lingering against Remi's. "I want you," he whispers, and he's not even sorry about it.
RONIN
