all the best debts

i wish I could say I am a light that never goes out.
but i flicker from time to time

"Well I could not let you touch me." Remi replies, still all furrowed stormcloud eyebrows over sea green eyes. With his fire flickering nearby still warming bits of meat and chunks of chocolate, he glances over his shoulder towards the picnic basket still holding a variety of mystery items he was planning on using, that now he wouldn't be able to.

As Ronin shifts to lay back down, Remi leans back on his heels. "But you did say something." It's one of those moments, you know the ones, where your evening forks in a way that's incredibly obvious: Remi could either sulk, tell Ronin he'd ruined the evening By beiNg FaIthFul or whatever, and pack it in. Or, he could swallow down his disappointment that his surprise was ruined and continue on.

Twisting around, Remi reaches for something that he smears against his lips before turning and descending upon Ronin. I suppose it means I can do this now, though. The Huntsman will feel a kiss made hot by warmed and melted chocolate—flavoured with chili flakes and blushberries—pressed indulgently against his lips.