[se] two hearts thrown together

Ronin was in no state to be out and about trawling the beaches with his husband, but really, when had that stopped him? His wounds were healing but his bruises were in a full rainbow of colours, and he’d never have made it half this far across the sand without help. Luckily, he had help - the fluffy grey cloud he rode upon made short work of the travel, and he held a helpful rake out to corral the trash in Remi’s direction. ”Maybe they thought it was like the bodies in the Hollowed Grounds,” he said, sitting up as the Alchemist tossed the canteen his way, clumsily catching it in his hands. ”Oh?” he snorted, opening it back up to take a sniff. ”Only if you promise to kiss me afterw— holy fuck that’s strong.” Laughing, the hunter looked about to keel over, but he wasn’t one to be shown up. Once he thought he could see again, Ronin did take a gulp of the mysterious liquor in the canteen (in for a penny and all that), before promptly spluttering and coughing at the taste. ronypony it's always nice to make an impression