RONIN
"Listen, it might have only been that one time but you were there for quite a while," Ronin objects, though it's with a warm and affectionate gaze that he glances over his shoulder at his husband. He's working on ensuring there is room for their bird in the oven, as well as the pan he needs to put it on, when the lasso of Remi's thoughts snag around him and he abandons the task to meander his way towards the couch.
Only to be greeted with a rippling expanse of rubbery suckers that probably have very specific groups of fishermen hastily adjusting their pants. "Uh huh," he drawls, lips parted in a curl of distaste, only for it to twist into a quick and uncomfortable inhale to see all of the, uh, teeth in the book.
"Oh," he says. And then again, "Oh. So they do." What Ronin does next might make sense to Remi and no one else, but gods, there are no words for how horrified he is by the squid suckers and how relieved he is that the kraken is an octopus. And so, crouching down and leaning in to smooch his husband's cheek, he lets a hand trail across the undulating suction cups. "I will never complain about these again," he vows.
Only to be greeted with a rippling expanse of rubbery suckers that probably have very specific groups of fishermen hastily adjusting their pants. "Uh huh," he drawls, lips parted in a curl of distaste, only for it to twist into a quick and uncomfortable inhale to see all of the, uh, teeth in the book.
"Oh," he says. And then again, "Oh. So they do." What Ronin does next might make sense to Remi and no one else, but gods, there are no words for how horrified he is by the squid suckers and how relieved he is that the kraken is an octopus. And so, crouching down and leaning in to smooch his husband's cheek, he lets a hand trail across the undulating suction cups. "I will never complain about these again," he vows.
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