RONIN
the supernova
"Oh, ha ha," Ronin says with a playful roll of his eyes, though truth be told, it's probably for the best that Remi keeps his question locked behind his lips. Ronin doesn't honestly know what the answer is - which is as much of an answer in itself, given that we are more prone to remembering the negatives than the positives.
"A raise?" he echoes, willingly rolling to the side as Remi guides him, letting his arm loop around the other man so he can provide enough shade with his body alone, despite the heat that will likely grow unbearable between them. "I wasn't aware I was even being paid." He chuckles. "If I get the opportunity, though, I'll ask for a lower tolerance to alcohol."
When we were homeless has a similar mischief sparking in Ronin's expression, and he nods to the Lullaby and lets his head loll against sunkissed curls. "That mare bit me on the arse whenever she got the opportunity," he remembers. "And I'm sure it's because of that first trip. Granted, I definitely deserved it back then. I was a bastard."
"A raise?" he echoes, willingly rolling to the side as Remi guides him, letting his arm loop around the other man so he can provide enough shade with his body alone, despite the heat that will likely grow unbearable between them. "I wasn't aware I was even being paid." He chuckles. "If I get the opportunity, though, I'll ask for a lower tolerance to alcohol."
When we were homeless has a similar mischief sparking in Ronin's expression, and he nods to the Lullaby and lets his head loll against sunkissed curls. "That mare bit me on the arse whenever she got the opportunity," he remembers. "And I'm sure it's because of that first trip. Granted, I definitely deserved it back then. I was a bastard."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
