[se] two hearts thrown together

Remi relaxed and Ronin smiled, leaning across to press a kiss against his shoulder, the nimbus lazily drifting around now so he could collect up the bag of beach-garbage and the rake. ”First times are rarely perfect,” he said with an easy shrug, though he was visibly glad to hear the at first tacked on the end there. ”And I suppose you were taught how to pretend to fit in by one of the best, too.” Being schooled by a prostitute probably wasn’t the usual way of things, but by the sound of it Remi had taken what he could get. With a soft laugh, he nudged Remi with his elbow. ”I don’t know. I think I’m drunk after whatever was in that canteen,” he said, gazing across the beach. ”It’s hard to believe our upbringings were so different,” he murmured. Then, blinking it away, he turned back to Remi. ”Well? Round two, your turn.” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression