there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Honestly, Ronin had half been expecting his husband to bowl him over as soon as he looked over his shoulder, so to still find himself on his own two feet is a surprise - not an unpleasant one, granted. "Can you imagine that though?" he says of Cian. "Having to have sex with Frey looking over your shoulder, giving you pointers?" Wrinkling his nose, he turns his attention back to his husband and is very glad to have done so, letting his gaze run down the length of Remi's body.
"Nothing at all," he assures his husband in a low voice, though he's already backing up a little, because he's not going to pass up an opportunity to be told go on then when it comes to doing something childish. And so Remi will find Ronin scooping up a large handful of swamp mud, throwing it at him before trying (and failing) to elegantly squelch away where there won't be any retaliation.
And if he blunders from mere swamp into the bubbling tar pits? Well, that's on him.
"Nothing at all," he assures his husband in a low voice, though he's already backing up a little, because he's not going to pass up an opportunity to be told go on then when it comes to doing something childish. And so Remi will find Ronin scooping up a large handful of swamp mud, throwing it at him before trying (and failing) to elegantly squelch away where there won't be any retaliation.
And if he blunders from mere swamp into the bubbling tar pits? Well, that's on him.
RONIN
