we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"What if I hoarded you?" Ronin grins, nibbling at the dimple that forms against his lips and nestling his head back into the crook of Remi's neck, as if to do just that. "I could sleep with you, and on you, and the problem would be solved." It's a nice try, at least, but given that Ronin already does all of the above and still wants some shiny things to roll around in, well, it's obviously not working.
"Mm...? If you did, it was when I was sleepy or hungry, and you know I'm not going to be able to retain information if that's the case," he says, letting one hand slide up the Lullaby's thigh while the other sneaks beneath the back of his shirt. "That sounds messy." He wrinkles his nose. "But then other than you and I, do we know anyone whose relationships aren't?"
"Mm...? If you did, it was when I was sleepy or hungry, and you know I'm not going to be able to retain information if that's the case," he says, letting one hand slide up the Lullaby's thigh while the other sneaks beneath the back of his shirt. "That sounds messy." He wrinkles his nose. "But then other than you and I, do we know anyone whose relationships aren't?"
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
