I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Ronin's jaw snaps shut around the scolding he absolutely was about to give his husband, and instead he moves to accept the foil wrapped peace offering. Leaning in to press a very soft and very sweet kiss against Remi's lips, he hums a note of gentle reprimand nonetheless. "Mm, a lot of things," he informs the other man, drawing back and slouching down to sit on the bench where he proceeds to devour the potatoey, cheesy goodness inside the foil. (Really, they're lucky he stops at the foil).
"I got to sneak around bookshelves, get lost a bunch of times, found my way back to where we started, and played at being a spy. Then I finally found the way out." He winks, the gesture painfully obvious; one would never believe that Ronin was once an expert at reconnaissance.
"Mainly I was looking for what originally caught my eye, though. I finally found him, though." He smiles up at Remi.
"I got to sneak around bookshelves, get lost a bunch of times, found my way back to where we started, and played at being a spy. Then I finally found the way out." He winks, the gesture painfully obvious; one would never believe that Ronin was once an expert at reconnaissance.
"Mainly I was looking for what originally caught my eye, though. I finally found him, though." He smiles up at Remi.
RONIN
