RONIN
Scowling out at the water and munching on his sandwich (and yes, looking exactly like that gif), Ronin has to concede that his husband is correct, and his whispered words had garnered the exact reaction he'd been looking for. "At least we were some place secluded," he says with a sigh as he reaches for another sandwich triangle. "I don't want anyone's blood on my hands, no matter how it might seem at the time."
Feeding Remi his second share of their snack, Ronin contents himself with scritching the soft, thick fur at the back of the raccoon's ear. "Mm, she said appetisers, so unless it's for a very fresh revenge, that's the assumption I'm going with." He smirks. "I'll pack them up and send Sugar with a courier to keep them cold."
Feeding Remi his second share of their snack, Ronin contents himself with scritching the soft, thick fur at the back of the raccoon's ear. "Mm, she said appetisers, so unless it's for a very fresh revenge, that's the assumption I'm going with." He smirks. "I'll pack them up and send Sugar with a courier to keep them cold."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
