the things we hold are always the first to go
His hand snagged, Ronin happily rolls out of bed to join his husband, the map now written on his chest safe from unsticking to the ground by the clever honey that Remi has used. His lips part to argue about the reasoning, but ultimately his partner is completely right, so instead Ronin tugs him back just before the bathroom so he can press a honey-sweet kiss to his lips. ”Then lets be productive, and find out what’s deeper in that jungle,” he murmurs, sneaking in after him.
With the water turned on, Ronin fights to peel off the majority of the map to deposit it in the sink, leaving him sticky but otherwise free of debris. Stripping off the rest of his clothes, he wastes no time in ducking under the water, a hand held out expectantly for the Lullaby to join him. ”Of course it’s alright. You two just try not to get sick while we’re out there, deal? I’ll bring a canteen of that water, just in case.”
With the water turned on, Ronin fights to peel off the majority of the map to deposit it in the sink, leaving him sticky but otherwise free of debris. Stripping off the rest of his clothes, he wastes no time in ducking under the water, a hand held out expectantly for the Lullaby to join him. ”Of course it’s alright. You two just try not to get sick while we’re out there, deal? I’ll bring a canteen of that water, just in case.”
