RONIN
"Mm, can you sign off on a document that says that please?" Ronin asks from beneath the covers, and he can't seem to tell whether or not to complain as Remi joins him (because they're both chilly, of course). "I don't think anyone ever believes it when I say I'm clever." Which isn't all that often, in fairness. He relents within seconds at the feel of Remi pressing up against him, one arm finding its way beneath the pillow and the other draping over his husband.
It doesn't take long before they're thoroughly tangled up with each other, and Ronin has lovingly ensured that the flask of wine is pressed against the blankets near the Lullaby's lower back, which had taken the brunt of the snowdrift. "A personality test? Is this like one of those determining your personality by the stars things?" He grins. "Fire away."
It doesn't take long before they're thoroughly tangled up with each other, and Ronin has lovingly ensured that the flask of wine is pressed against the blankets near the Lullaby's lower back, which had taken the brunt of the snowdrift. "A personality test? Is this like one of those determining your personality by the stars things?" He grins. "Fire away."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
