there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Volcanic mud is still mud," Ronin points out with a scrunch of his nose. "If the damn stuff stayed still for long enough it'd probably be really good potting soil." Volcanoes and fertile lands and all that, he thinks. For today, though, they're more likely to see the ashy splodges of things that used to be someone's snowman from Deepfrost - and it's probably going to try to make friends with them.
Peering across the thick layer of fog that clings to Apopo's shoreline to try and spot anything moving that really has no right to be, Remi's laughter surprises a chuckle of his own out of him, Ronin freeing one hand from his pocket to slip it around his husband's waist. "No, but he does," he gushes, his voice a dramatic whisper like they might be overheard even all the way out here.
"Not a bad thing at all," he's quick to confirm, grinning. "And gods, those were the days. How dare he look like he doesn't know what a hangover is. But yeah, he's... spirited, right?"
Peering across the thick layer of fog that clings to Apopo's shoreline to try and spot anything moving that really has no right to be, Remi's laughter surprises a chuckle of his own out of him, Ronin freeing one hand from his pocket to slip it around his husband's waist. "No, but he does," he gushes, his voice a dramatic whisper like they might be overheard even all the way out here.
"Not a bad thing at all," he's quick to confirm, grinning. "And gods, those were the days. How dare he look like he doesn't know what a hangover is. But yeah, he's... spirited, right?"
RONIN
