actin' like a winner for you

please just don't forget me With wicked fingers that chase the feathers just as soon as they bloom along Remi's flesh, Ronin's laughter is forced through the Attuned bond since his lips are busy and his breath is caught in his chest. It means that you're one of a kind, and seeing you trying to be someone else would make me very sad, he tells his husband, a smile forming against their kiss even as he's forced to sink back against the side of the springs with how his legs are going weak. Yes, comes the faint reply, which of course means very little given that Ronin only vaguely remembers the question. Drawing in a slow, deep breath as he finally parts from Remi, the Nova roughly clears his throat and manages a soft chuckle. "I think we ought to make a hasty exit," he mumbles. "Because we cannot get carried away here. Maybe I can have the nimbus fly us? And maybe you can memory up some towels?"