even my darkness shines for you
Mmhm, Ronin wants to say back, only he's suddenly pulling a face and skittering his foot back and away from Remi's tentacles to tuck it beneath his chair instead. It's fine - he can work the startled swipe of paint into the overall lantern design. He does quit while he's ahead, though, letting the paintbrush clink into the watercup to indicate that he's finished, more or less.
"I love making small talk over breakfast," he says, his eyes warm and his tone smug as he lifts his glitter-wine to his lips. Before he can comment on the mugs, though, the conversation about Neron takes precedent, and he raises his eyebrows. "A manticore feather? You don't suppose Neron was trying to make it look as though you were responsible?" he murmurs. "...Why, though? I assumed he and Morgan were as close as a man who can't get an erection could be."
"I love making small talk over breakfast," he says, his eyes warm and his tone smug as he lifts his glitter-wine to his lips. Before he can comment on the mugs, though, the conversation about Neron takes precedent, and he raises his eyebrows. "A manticore feather? You don't suppose Neron was trying to make it look as though you were responsible?" he murmurs. "...Why, though? I assumed he and Morgan were as close as a man who can't get an erection could be."
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