it looks black in the moonlight

"Yes but there was also champagne," Ronin points out, overpronouncing the word so it comes out sham-pag-knee. It's a miracle that he's not eating the sand as they have this particular conversation, and he can mostly thank Remi for this, the Huntsman planting kisses along his husband's collarbones instead (and literal tiny flowers sprout in their wake). "Mm...? Oh, I love that one," he says, beaming at the idea and moving as if to sit up but ending up trailing flowers and kisses down over Remi's torso in the attempt. "Do you want to be the Hero this time or the Sea Monster?" he asks. As if to help the other man make his decision, a tentacle slorps out of Ronin's back this time. It's holding a rubber duck, which he squeaks obnoxiously. ronypony it's always nice to make an impression