we live in a world someone else imagined
It's lucky that Ronin is as strong as he is, or the force of Remi's paws might have smacked the jar straight out of his hands. As it is, he merely barks out a laugh as the dirt is deposited within the glass, the Huntsman screwing the lid back on the jar and tucking it back within the pocket inside his coat. "Is that so?" He raises his eyebrows. "I never doubted myself." Smirking, he steps back in time for Remi to scramble out of the grave he's made. "So all is not sunshine and roses in the triumvirate?"
Brushing himself off, he thoroughly enjoys chooses to ignore his husband's quip, Ronin stepping around the pit and playfully nudging a shoulder against one of the manticore's haunches. "Fine, fine. You have made your point," he mutters. "Let's head back, then. I'll get this jar sent to Torchline, and you can decide what to do about dinner?"
Brushing himself off, he thoroughly enjoys chooses to ignore his husband's quip, Ronin stepping around the pit and playfully nudging a shoulder against one of the manticore's haunches. "Fine, fine. You have made your point," he mutters. "Let's head back, then. I'll get this jar sent to Torchline, and you can decide what to do about dinner?"
the dark star
