Reverse bear trap

"If I ever get a spare, I'll be sure to let you know. Otherwise, I think this one is starting to grow on me." Shenanigans aside, the haunted hand Remi has been gifted certainly makes their lives colourful; as it succinctly proves with the reveal of a hidden compartment. Granted, Ronin only notices that part belatedly - he's a little busy gazing down at his husband, you see, because pink cheeked and flustered is one of his favourite looks on Remi. "I am pretty sure that on days like today, our positions ought to be reversed," he says, almost under his breath, and if the mischievous hand wants to tie his shoelaces together at this point, Ronin has forgotten to care. Clearing his throat and reaching out - perhaps to brush his fingers across Remi's cheek, or through his hair, or to brutishly push his head forward - the Huntsman's hand moves past his husband altogether to click the secret compartment back in place. "I wonder if it has any other extras," he says, trying and failing not to gaze down the length of his own body at Remi in a way that is anything other than predatory. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.