hard rain

Sliding his legs back into the bed, having absolutely no desire to get up, Remi glanced over Ronin's shoulder at the grey morning. Covering a yawn with the back of his hand, he chuckled wryly and shook his head. "You know, just because you're an almost-god or whatever you are now, does not mean the weather will cater to your will." Then, pausing, Remi frowned. "Or does it?" He asked half seriously, half playfully. Rolling his eyes at Ronin, he raised a warning finger at him. "I refuse to share this bed with more than one of you, you hear me? You take up too much room as it is." Remi said with a laugh, grabbing a pillow and hitting Ronin with it. remi Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me