RONIN
Remi might be taking the time to appreciate Ronin's body, but it's the boyish delight rolling off the alchemist that the Star is savouring. To see him so carefree is a rarity that he knows well to cherish, despite the cause of it (of course) being some trick at the huntsman's expense. "Oh, it slipped, did it? I'm sure," he drawls, letting himself be tugged against cold skin and a body he knows to be much more soft and gentle than it appears.
Looping his arms around Remi so he might warm up a bit, Ronin accepts the kiss to his nose, then shakes his head to spray them with water from his wet hair. "Come on," he says sweetly, kissing the other man's cheek and keeping an arm laced around him so they might start to head away from the Stonesong. "We better get dried off and ready for this next adventure of ours, yeah?"
Looping his arms around Remi so he might warm up a bit, Ronin accepts the kiss to his nose, then shakes his head to spray them with water from his wet hair. "Come on," he says sweetly, kissing the other man's cheek and keeping an arm laced around him so they might start to head away from the Stonesong. "We better get dried off and ready for this next adventure of ours, yeah?"
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
