RONIN
the dark star
"You could," Ronin agrees, grinning all the while as his husband's dimples make a show, "but I would only complain about shaving you until it was gone again. And as far as I remember, that was worse than the beard." Leaning in, he smooshes an obnoxious kiss against one dimple, only to jump at the sudden squeeze to his ass. It is the first of many, as it turns out, and to all those greeting the Star, it will merely seem that he is especially cheery this morning.
It's only when they reach the coffee stand that he realises he's left his shoes up on the docks, Ronin wiggling his bare toes and sighing with a resigned air that suggests this is not the first time. As he steps forward to order, his projection steps away and jogs back towards the Falling, clearly playing errand boy.
"I am always reasonable, aren't I?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder as he waits for their coffee, though the flash of something wild in his blue eyes is an obvious tell that he knows exactly what Remi is talking about. "I don't know how many more Ascended they could bring back, honestly."
It's only when they reach the coffee stand that he realises he's left his shoes up on the docks, Ronin wiggling his bare toes and sighing with a resigned air that suggests this is not the first time. As he steps forward to order, his projection steps away and jogs back towards the Falling, clearly playing errand boy.
"I am always reasonable, aren't I?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder as he waits for their coffee, though the flash of something wild in his blue eyes is an obvious tell that he knows exactly what Remi is talking about. "I don't know how many more Ascended they could bring back, honestly."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
