I will tell the night

i cut the ties and i jumped the tracks, for never to return

Indeed as Ronin's lips pressed against Remi's temple, the alchemist made a sound halfway between a happy moan, and an audible gulp. Exhaling a staccato stream of air, made entirely un-smooth thanks to the overwhelming expansion of joy in the back of the alchemist's throat, Remi shoved his hip against Ronin's making a tsking sound under his breath. "I was just about to say that since it was your only proposal, that does not mean much...but I suppose the fact you haven't been married for does not mean you have not been proposed to." Remi raised a playfully challenging eyebrow. He could imagine a multitude of situations, many with ankles thrown over the guildmaster's shoulders, in which promises of forever had undoubtedly been offered to him.

Biting the inside of his lip and offering Ronin a wince that was far from apologetic, Remi nodded. "They...might have already started planning it.." He admitted with a snort. Untangling his arm from Ronin, Remi reached into the bag nestled behind Aoife and pulled out a large and thick blanket which he spread out in one easy gesture.