wonder what's next

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin doesn't have an answer for that, of course, and so as Remi so sweetly holds himself close and harrasses him further with his (human, at least) feet, the Huntsman accepts it with some good natured grumbling. "For all of my complaints, never stop being this way," he mutters, his smile hidden by the way he's nuzzled his face into Remi's crown of curls. Indeed, even as the alchemist gets his spark of an idea and lifts himself up off the couch, Ronin is already leaning in to steal a kiss and stop him from speaking for a few moments. "Mm?" He draws back to listen at last, raising an eyebrow at the proposition. "You are a very, very clever man," he all but purrs, his arms wrapping around Remi more tightly. "The knowtbook and a ceasefire," he says. "We don't attack the Grounds, they don't attack Stormbreak. At least then we've got the basis to move forward."