(SE) time of your life

”They certainly aren’t. You and I have slept on enough of them, in our time,” Ronin agrees with a sleepy smile. ”I would take my cloud, of course. The seashell is to go to the moon - the honeymoon.” Weirdly, it even makes sense in his mind, and Ronin is worried that he might have gotten sick as well. He’s still musing over what the end of the world might look like, almost feeling himself start to drift off when his husband decides that snoozing is off the cards again. Blinking his eyes back open, the Star furrows his brow and accepts the plant pot that Remi fishes for, staring at it like it might hold all the answers that the other man absolutely doesn’t have. ”I... thank you,” he decides, unsure whether he will regret asking more about it. ”Remi, I think maybe you ought to get some rest now, don’t you?” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression