RONIN
"Excuse me - one day I will be old. I won't ever be ugly," Ronin objects. It's a complicated flex of emotions that come over him, then - he's mildly horrified but reassured at the tentacle that steadies him, then panicked when the support goes away - and then right back to horrified as Remi smooths their new home with one of his limbs. But he can only wrinkle his nose and fold his arms, a sudden surge of possessiveness coming over him at the idea of a boat stealing the Lullaby's attention.
"Hey. Hey. Enough flirting with her! You want the grand tour? And you can even name her, if it means that much to you." He pats the side of the boat as well (more paint flakes off), as if to make up for his rudeness.
"Hey. Hey. Enough flirting with her! You want the grand tour? And you can even name her, if it means that much to you." He pats the side of the boat as well (more paint flakes off), as if to make up for his rudeness.
one more wish for you
