we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Rather than answering verbally, Ronin bobs his eyebrows in agreement - both about the cannon and the fireflies - and he mops up the rest of his eggs and syrup with a bit of bacon. Remi's tentacle play does garner a reaction, at least, Ronin snapping his teeth right back and shaking his hand out after the appendage pop!s off his skin. Grumbling and putting down his knife and fork now breakfast is done with, he at least has the audacity to look a little smug to have caught his husband off guard.
"A picnic sounds good," he says, though he had hoped to have the twins somewhere close to the house to give them the impression that they were welcome there. "LongHeat is a good time for it. I was thinking I could get something for Flora. I feel terrible, after Torchline." Rubbing at the back of his head, he gives a hopeless sort of smile to the alchemist.
"Either that, or we'll have to build an extension on the boat."
"A picnic sounds good," he says, though he had hoped to have the twins somewhere close to the house to give them the impression that they were welcome there. "LongHeat is a good time for it. I was thinking I could get something for Flora. I feel terrible, after Torchline." Rubbing at the back of his head, he gives a hopeless sort of smile to the alchemist.
"Either that, or we'll have to build an extension on the boat."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
