RONIN
the darkstar
"Oh, that would be nice. Or perhaps we can have it at Deepfrost, in the snow. I feel like we should tackle each season at least." Ronin grins, pausing to hear his husband's verdict on the lighting of these dick-fireworks, and raising his eyebrows at the very clever suggestion (and perhaps at the slight tenting in Remi's pants; they're wearing suits and there's nowhere to hide, okay?)
"You are so smart, do you know that?" he purrs, heading back to the nimbus to climb aboard, making sure to sit close enough to slip an arm back around Remi. And even as the cloud begins to rise back up into the air, Ronin is pew pew pewing at the fireworks with his finger (#fingerguns), unleashing carefully aimed starbolts as he goes.
Darkness or no and because this isn't a fucking KQ, his dexterity alone ensures they all hit their mark, fizzing and shooting off, one by one, to set the sky on fire above them.
With colourful dicks, of course.
"You are so smart, do you know that?" he purrs, heading back to the nimbus to climb aboard, making sure to sit close enough to slip an arm back around Remi. And even as the cloud begins to rise back up into the air, Ronin is pew pew pewing at the fireworks with his finger (#fingerguns), unleashing carefully aimed starbolts as he goes.
Darkness or no and because this isn't a fucking KQ, his dexterity alone ensures they all hit their mark, fizzing and shooting off, one by one, to set the sky on fire above them.
With colourful dicks, of course.
