is there a price to burn this paradise?
It was all rather comedic, indeed. The only thing bright about Ronin currently was the white shine of his grin, and he turned to look over his shoulder at his husband as Remi slowly wiped the mud out of his eyes. Still, the filthy word (demi-god, pbbbbtht) caused the Fallen Star to wrinkle his nose, and he shrugged his shoulders innocently. "It isn't every day you find out you can throw shooting stars around," he admitted, wobbling suddenly as the mud around him seemed to quiver and shift.
"Ah, this must be that 'memory mud' stuff everyone has been going on about," he remarked, doing his best to scramble out of the pit he'd created before the muck moved back in to trap him once more. "Maybe it'll clean us off a little, huh?" Ronin nudged Remi, acting as though the two of them weren't absolutely filthy.
"Ah, this must be that 'memory mud' stuff everyone has been going on about," he remarked, doing his best to scramble out of the pit he'd created before the muck moved back in to trap him once more. "Maybe it'll clean us off a little, huh?" Ronin nudged Remi, acting as though the two of them weren't absolutely filthy.
