I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Ronin loves his husband very dearly, so he doesn't have to steal a bite or two - they are freely given. Even the last bite, which the Star genuinely looks heartbroken about until he reminds himself that it's going to the love of his life. Once he's finished and the foil is scrunched up and tossed in a nearby waste bin (yes, Ronin cheers that he makes the shot) and he stretches an arm across the back of the bench that he might sneakily slip it around Remi. Two can play at cheesy.
"What? Oh - oh - to play spy with. Yes." He chuckles, leaning into the kiss pressed against his cheek and closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the warmth of the sun on the back of his neck. "Mm? Saw us? No, I think we made a clean get away there," he says, though one eye opens so he can shoot a very crooked smile in Remi's direction. "Did anyone hear us, though? I don't think I can say that for certain. Those old books make a lot of noise when they fall."
"What? Oh - oh - to play spy with. Yes." He chuckles, leaning into the kiss pressed against his cheek and closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the warmth of the sun on the back of his neck. "Mm? Saw us? No, I think we made a clean get away there," he says, though one eye opens so he can shoot a very crooked smile in Remi's direction. "Did anyone hear us, though? I don't think I can say that for certain. Those old books make a lot of noise when they fall."
RONIN
