the things we hold are always the first to go
"Weird," Ronin said in confirmation, nodding gravely in response to Remi's wild hurt, though the smile was always threatening to break through on his face. For all of the mess and petals, Ronin was thoroughly happy to be pinned down by the alchemist, gazing up at him and arching his back lazily in a stretch. Far from discomfort, there was very much a sense of gratification about the hunter, Ronin letting a smirk curl across his lips.
"Sure, the floor," he murmured slyly, watching Remi for a long moment as he rose to his feet, like he was trying to decide if he could be bothered to join him. Of course he caught the outstretched hand eventually, hauling himself to his feet and having to use the other man to stay up, just for a second.
"That's new." He chuckled, and even that sounded tired. "Come on - let's shower, and hopefully Aoife will still be asleep when we're done."
"Sure, the floor," he murmured slyly, watching Remi for a long moment as he rose to his feet, like he was trying to decide if he could be bothered to join him. Of course he caught the outstretched hand eventually, hauling himself to his feet and having to use the other man to stay up, just for a second.
"That's new." He chuckled, and even that sounded tired. "Come on - let's shower, and hopefully Aoife will still be asleep when we're done."
