I will fight the end
"Isn't that the way we do things here?" Ronin asks with a small shrug; his smile is audible, and he presses a kiss against Remi's wet and salty curls. "I'll do my best to not set your pants on fire," he says, promising it with all the weight and solemnity of a wedding vow. Probably because it would end up with them removing the rest of each other's clothes and more, and even the thought of that right now is enough to flush the Star's cheeks.
Clearing his throat, he's suddenly very interested in hearing about Phoebe's time in a cocoon (what?), his brow furrowing as he tries to understand. All the while, the nimbus lists lazily over the top of the Falling, beginning its turn towards home in the Pacifist Plaza. And Ronin, for one, can't wait to sit in front of a roaring fire and thaw out properly. (Preferably naked. And rolling around on the rug. And-- stop it, Ronin).
"I don't think we ruin everything and fight," he mutters, though honestly... that's exactly what they do. "Well, wherever she's been and whoever she's sided with now... I'm glad she's alright. Perhaps we can invite her over for dinner."
Clearing his throat, he's suddenly very interested in hearing about Phoebe's time in a cocoon (what?), his brow furrowing as he tries to understand. All the while, the nimbus lists lazily over the top of the Falling, beginning its turn towards home in the Pacifist Plaza. And Ronin, for one, can't wait to sit in front of a roaring fire and thaw out properly. (Preferably naked. And rolling around on the rug. And-- stop it, Ronin).
"I don't think we ruin everything and fight," he mutters, though honestly... that's exactly what they do. "Well, wherever she's been and whoever she's sided with now... I'm glad she's alright. Perhaps we can invite her over for dinner."
'til the end is here
