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“I thought you would,” Ronin said with a smirk, nuzzling Remi for good measure (just in case he wasn’t raspberry flavoured enough) before drawing back again. He raised an eyebrow at the other man’s question, as if genuinely trying to think of a time when he was so unburdened. Eventually, he shrugged. “I think that was probably before I joined the Storm Guard,” he said slowly, rubbing at the back of his head and straightening up to stand. “So - what’s the first thing needs doing with this wagon?” It was an exciting prospect, he had to admit; somewhere new to live that moved, without any responsibilities or troubles looming over them. It was certainly too good to be true, but Ronin could dream. ronypony it's always nice to make an impression