it's a funny old world

"Hey, give me a break. I haven't slept in like a week," Ronin protested, half-heartedly raising an arm to try and ward off the pillow that Remi batted at him. "You know what I meant. That was the main thing." He smiled; by the other man's reaction to it, too, it seemed to have worked. He didn't recall the Remi he'd first met being comfortable enough to potentially start a pillow fight. He snorted and leant back on one hand, shrugging his shoulder. "My guildhall is your guildhall. If you want to bring strange men back here, you go for it. A sock on the doorknob might be appreciated, but I don't know where you're getting this 'we' from. I assure you, I won't be bringing anyone home." Given the fact that they had just, y'know, held a funeral for the woman he loved. While the decision to shuck out of his shirt might have been enormous for Remi, Ronin followed suit without a thought, flopping to lie back against his pillows as well. "Thank you," he muttered. "For everything today." ronin the long and lonesome road