I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Ronin is in the process of nodding his reluctant agreement with the alchemist when Remi's head tilts back and he bellows his frustration into the streets of Haulani. Unable not to laugh at that, the Huntsman has to fight not to accidentally drop his husband, and he's still grinning as he lets him roll ceremoniously into the fountain. "I absolutely agree with all of that," he says simply; about Wessex, about the fountain, about the bath.
Leaning against the side of the fountain, Ronin reaches in to gently cradle the back of Remi's head, drawing him out of the water enough so he can deliver a kiss to his lips. "Any better?" he asks after a few moments. "We can take some with us and freeze it into ice cubes, if you want. You can have them in your cocktail."
Leaning against the side of the fountain, Ronin reaches in to gently cradle the back of Remi's head, drawing him out of the water enough so he can deliver a kiss to his lips. "Any better?" he asks after a few moments. "We can take some with us and freeze it into ice cubes, if you want. You can have them in your cocktail."
RONIN
