you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Ronin slinks in through the door to the houseboat the moment Remi's voice hits the air, as if expecting to see something other than the chaos of sugar that has exploded in their kitchen. Sidling up behind the alchemist, Ronin leans in over his shoulder as if he's inspecting the sweet skeleton, only to slowly kiss away a smear of cake batter from the other man's cheek. "It looks wonderful," he informs him, though he's clearly not really looking.
When he does, though, it's with a small tilt of his head. "I think I know how to make some spun sugar though, if you want me to add anything to it? And maybe we can ice the cake a bit more so it looks like a heart?" Artistic and hungry - it's a perfect combination, right?
When he does, though, it's with a small tilt of his head. "I think I know how to make some spun sugar though, if you want me to add anything to it? And maybe we can ice the cake a bit more so it looks like a heart?" Artistic and hungry - it's a perfect combination, right?
RONIN
