there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
His eyes are closed, and so Ronin can only feel as the feathers come to cradle his head, as his heartbeat slows enough for thoughts to start travelling in straight lines again. "Oh?" He chuckles to hear Remi speak so about the Hollowed Grounds, one of his hands drifting up the other man's back now to twine through the back of his hair. Ronin only blinks his eyes open as Remi shifts to write on his stomach, and yes, it does take a lot before the Star can make out the beautiful calligraphy upside down.
"I suppose I am, if it's written on me. You wouldn't lie." He chuckles. "Your penmanship might be very civilised, but your nature is savage." Winking, Ronin turns his head to nuzzle into the soft feathers. "Do you care about being banned?" he asks. "I'm not sure Sunjata would do that, though. It would cause more trouble than I think he'd want to deal with."
"I suppose I am, if it's written on me. You wouldn't lie." He chuckles. "Your penmanship might be very civilised, but your nature is savage." Winking, Ronin turns his head to nuzzle into the soft feathers. "Do you care about being banned?" he asks. "I'm not sure Sunjata would do that, though. It would cause more trouble than I think he'd want to deal with."
RONIN
