[se] two hearts thrown together

”How indeed?” Ronin smirked, shifting to sit up again to reach for a shirt that someone had abandoned on the beach with his rake. Disposing of it in the bag, he glanced back to Remi only to spot all too well that particular brand of smile on his lips. ”You’re thinking badly of yourself,” he remarked, abandoning his tools for a second so his nimbus could swoop lazily in front of the alchemist. Reaching out, Ronin cupped his husband’s cheeks, squishing them playfully and giving his head a gentle wobble. ”Stop,” he said, smirking. ”Or at least talk to me about it. We’re past the whole secret shame business, I hope.” Sitting back, he patted the cloud beside him as if offering a seat. ronypony it's always nice to make an impression