home is wherever I'm with you

It was always a surprise, to discover that his astral self could now experience physical touch, given that Ronin had only really experienced it as a walking, talking ghost in previous times. Still, he smiled warmly to his husband and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Absolutely not,” he said, the projection tipping him a roguish wink before flitting out of existence again. “My other self can do all of the boring, menial tasks while I devote my full attention to what’s important.” And in case Remi didn’t catch on to the fact that it was him, Ronin leant in and pressed a raspberry flavoured kiss to the alchemist’s cheek. “How does that sound?” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression