RONIN
"You can be forgiven. You're getting old, after all," Ronin murmurs, choosing to make it about the very colourful life they've lived rather than the melancholy pang in his husband's mood. "Perhaps now we're semi-out of retirement you can start engaging your brain again." Grinning and stealing a brief, soft kiss from Remi's lips as he ducks past, the Nova continues to slough lichen and barnacles from the hull.
"They're probably making a flag of their own. You know, a tiny one, to go on the crow's nest." Ronin rolls his eyes. Sugar's faint pulse down their bond is one of fury and indignance, so he can only imagine what they're getting up to. "I hope the inside of the boat is in slightly better shape," he remarks, aware that they've only been focusing on the outside so far.
"They're probably making a flag of their own. You know, a tiny one, to go on the crow's nest." Ronin rolls his eyes. Sugar's faint pulse down their bond is one of fury and indignance, so he can only imagine what they're getting up to. "I hope the inside of the boat is in slightly better shape," he remarks, aware that they've only been focusing on the outside so far.
one more wish for you
