gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
A hand flutters to Ronin's chest, his bright and surprised smile saying what he doesn't need to with words - me? x-tremely clever mind? - before there Remi goes ruining it again by punting an enormous pumpkin in his direction. It explodes, of course, showering them in all manner of orange gunk, and Ronin lets out a cry of alarm and raises a hand to shield his face. "Remi!" he complains, though he only half means it, grinning as he swipes the goo out of his eyes and moves to make his way towards his husband.
"Why yes, I do," he informs him with a bob of his eyebrows, reaching out to run his hands along those x-tremely well-muscled arms. "I wouldn't have said it otherwise. Do you want to wrap those lovely arms around me and save me from the rest of these horrible gourds?" He grins.
"Why yes, I do," he informs him with a bob of his eyebrows, reaching out to run his hands along those x-tremely well-muscled arms. "I wouldn't have said it otherwise. Do you want to wrap those lovely arms around me and save me from the rest of these horrible gourds?" He grins.
RONIN
