RONIN
"Mm, that sounds delicious. Licking the barnacles off the underside of a boat." Ronin smirks, accepting the grimy barnacle as Remi collects them. "How do they even get things like this? They're skyboats," he remarks, wondering whether or not this is some new species of sky-barnacle or something to that effect. Digging into his pocket, he withdraws the bright twine he'd traded for en route to the port, nuzzling his cheek annoyingly against Remi's.
"That," he says, "sounds like a magnificent idea." With deft fingers, he ties a little loop around his barnacle so it might hang like a bauble, offering a length of twine to his husband so he might do the same. The Star purposely takes them up and over the boats as they head back for the plaza, that Remi might be able to see the mist, the waves, the sails as they drift off into the ether. "What did you think?"
"That," he says, "sounds like a magnificent idea." With deft fingers, he ties a little loop around his barnacle so it might hang like a bauble, offering a length of twine to his husband so he might do the same. The Star purposely takes them up and over the boats as they head back for the plaza, that Remi might be able to see the mist, the waves, the sails as they drift off into the ether. "What did you think?"
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