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ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets ”Ye,” Ronin said sunnily, though it was thoroughly muffled against the alchenist’s shirt, ”you.” His friend was absolutely right, though - he was drunk, and Remi was drunk, and despite the heavy nature of their conversation it had been an altogether pleasant evening, he thought. There was absolutely zero chance of him getting off the floor now, though, and he got the feeling that they were one misstep away from feeling the wrath of his lady if they didn’t get themselves together soon. With that in mind, Ronin decided that the floor was quite good enough for the both of them and, as Remi patted his back, he flopped to lie down beside the other man, tucking his head comfortably under his chin. ”S’okay, Remi. We sleep here. Shhh...” He sling an arm around the hawk’s waist, hazy blue eyes slipping shut. And with that, Ronin was out for the count.