RONIN
"Older," Ronin says smugly, getting more and more used to being aged and withered in comparison to the rest of the world (and their children, notably). As for Remi getting a job? "Ew-uh," the Nova trills - also Flora, lovely - before actually considering the idea and the potential state of their boat and his husband if Remi is left to his own devices for too long.
"You could set up a stall in the marketplace, make and sell your gin and wine full-time," he suggests with a smirk. "Though our daughter might hate losing your exclusivity." It's a thought, though. "I still remember your old Artisan's guild. I think that's where you were at your most..." He doesn't have a word for the spark that had been ignited in his husband at that time, and spicy doesn't feel right.
Regardless, Ronin leans in as well to listen to the hull and nods gently. "Mm, maybe not," he agrees, his cheeks flushing suddenly as he reaches across to tug Remi against him. "I'd really like that," he murmurs, both of filling the boat with the places they used to live, and involving their children in the process.
"You could set up a stall in the marketplace, make and sell your gin and wine full-time," he suggests with a smirk. "Though our daughter might hate losing your exclusivity." It's a thought, though. "I still remember your old Artisan's guild. I think that's where you were at your most..." He doesn't have a word for the spark that had been ignited in his husband at that time, and spicy doesn't feel right.
Regardless, Ronin leans in as well to listen to the hull and nods gently. "Mm, maybe not," he agrees, his cheeks flushing suddenly as he reaches across to tug Remi against him. "I'd really like that," he murmurs, both of filling the boat with the places they used to live, and involving their children in the process.
one more wish for you
