I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Hmm...? In what? Oh, these?" Of course Ronin gives his ass a little shimmy just as Remi comes up to hug him from behind, the Huntsman relaxing against his husband's back and closing his eyes for a couple of moments. "Very sharp ears, me. I can hear the bacon telling us to eat it, you kno--" Interrupted by the tap tap of two crows, Ronin's head also snaps to the side, his blue eyes narrowing at the sight of the corvids.
"Mmm... maybe," he says slowly and quietly, while the crows absolutely see straight through the guise and continue with renewed TAP TAP TAPs. Groaning, Ronin peels away from he stove and gestures that Remi can feel free to dig in while he collects the letters.
Grabbing them from the crows (and ignoring their pitiful, massive open beaks begging for bacon) Ronin moves to slouch down at the table. "Same handwriting," he says. "And one for each of us."
"Mmm... maybe," he says slowly and quietly, while the crows absolutely see straight through the guise and continue with renewed TAP TAP TAPs. Groaning, Ronin peels away from he stove and gestures that Remi can feel free to dig in while he collects the letters.
Grabbing them from the crows (and ignoring their pitiful, massive open beaks begging for bacon) Ronin moves to slouch down at the table. "Same handwriting," he says. "And one for each of us."
RONIN
