I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Oh, you son of a bitch," Ronin hisses at Remi as he shifts and takes off, the Star busy hiking up his pants and buckling his belt. He gropes around for the books they've knocked about, flushed and flustered and quite obviously in the afterglow of some very good sex, but there's thankfully not a soul around as he stuffs the books back where they belong. Or rather where he thinks they belong - Ronin isn't looking.
And then? Then the Star makes a point of getting thoroughly lost in a completely different part of the Collegium, sneaking about and avoiding anyone who looks like they might not be completely engrossed in their studies. This, of course, means that Ronin gets lost for real a bunch of times as well. Honestly, by the time he does emerge from the stacks to hop back down the stairs to the Collegium's exit, even he has forgotten why he should be sneaking.
Still, as he heads back out into the Flowerbirth sunshine, he's spying around for a pale hawk and a book about skyboats.
And then? Then the Star makes a point of getting thoroughly lost in a completely different part of the Collegium, sneaking about and avoiding anyone who looks like they might not be completely engrossed in their studies. This, of course, means that Ronin gets lost for real a bunch of times as well. Honestly, by the time he does emerge from the stacks to hop back down the stairs to the Collegium's exit, even he has forgotten why he should be sneaking.
Still, as he heads back out into the Flowerbirth sunshine, he's spying around for a pale hawk and a book about skyboats.
RONIN
