(SE) time of your life

”I suppose I will find out when I get there. If there are no clouds and no sky, then I’ll turn right back around and come back to get my seashell. That might work instead,” he says slowly, having no choice now but to play along, setting the pot gently down next to the glass of water before turning back to his husband. With a sad smile, he reaches out and helps to swipe all of the dirt off the blankets, trying to banish the thunder from Remi’s expression. Only then does Ronin lay down, holding out an arm for Remi. ”Would you tell me a story?” he asks quietly. Perhaps the Alchemist can lull himself off to dreams in a way that Ronin can’t - indeed, he only seems to provoke more questions. ronypony it's always nice to make an impression