actin' like a winner for you

please just don't forget me Smug in the knowledge that he's winning but not wanting to think too hard about why (giant moths are a new one, okay?), Ronin smiles and accepts the warm weight of his husband's arms twining about his neck. His hands drift beneath the hot water to strum along Remi's ribs like they're guitar strings, and he leans in to press a warm, sweet kiss against his lips. "Mothew," he murmurs softly. "Mothua. Edmoth." Is Ronin trying to think of names for the creature he'd blasted into stardust? Yes, yes he is. "Here lies Edmoth. And also there. And up there. And on the ground there." With a chuckle that's as immature as it is proud, he delivers another kiss to Remi's lips before relaxing back. "Mm?" Following the Lullaby's gaze over his shoulder, Ronin has to do a double take at the tattoo, and he's not sure whether to disappear beneath the water or just embrace it. "I... oh," he says, quite uselessly. "W... wait. Hey. Why don't you have one of those?"