the baffled king composing hallelujah
Their affection was so easy, so casual that Ronin couldn't help but notice it all the more. Indeed, the feel of arms around him and a chin tucked upon his shoulder was enough to still his hands from pouring the wine for a moment, the hunter closing his eyes to fully enjoy it. "Oh...? For some reason I can't imagine Deimos making things. He seems more like someone to knock things over. Though that may be a terrible assumption on my part."
Turning to face Remi as he rolled away to lean against the bench with him, Ronin clinked his glass with the alchemist and took a sip. "It's good to see you with a place like this," he remarked. "I remember your tiny room in Northaven. This is... well. It's a world away - literally."
Turning to face Remi as he rolled away to lean against the bench with him, Ronin clinked his glass with the alchemist and took a sip. "It's good to see you with a place like this," he remarked. "I remember your tiny room in Northaven. This is... well. It's a world away - literally."
