it looks black in the moonlight

"You're so good at murder," Ronin slurs in the same way a lover might purr something seductive into their partner's ear. It might even look the part too, if Ronin weren't smiling lopsidedly and having to more or less lean against Remi to stay upright. "There wasn't even a Do Not Disturb sign, though." He rallies enough to complain about this, though they've never once spoken about interrupting dreams, he doesn't think. Doesn't matter either way, because oop here comes the beach, and Ronin feels like he's playing the right sort of part again now. Wiggling his toes into the sand, he jumps a bit at the snap! of his thong against his hip, only to draw Remi close against him again. "I miss you when you nap," he tells him sweetly, before turning to try to dip Remi like they're dancing and Ronin is leading. It doesn't work, though, because Ronin is still drunk even in his subconscious, and they both fall over instead. ronypony it's always nice to make an impression