the things we hold are always the first to go
Distracted by his lover's physique as he sat up, Ronin accepted the kiss delivered to his lips with only the slightest hum of residual annoyance. "Could you drop a mountain of dirt on her whether or not she comes to the wedding?" he asked, the slightest smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He sighed and let himself loll back against Remi as the alchemist drew him against his chest.
"Weddings are no laughing matter," he chastised playfully, glancing up at the other man. "I already am," he said with a lopsided smile. "We hardly need to get married for that. Not that I don't want to anyway, of course." Grinning, he returned his gaze to the stars.
"So I guess we have a sort of date, and a time huh?"
"Weddings are no laughing matter," he chastised playfully, glancing up at the other man. "I already am," he said with a lopsided smile. "We hardly need to get married for that. Not that I don't want to anyway, of course." Grinning, he returned his gaze to the stars.
"So I guess we have a sort of date, and a time huh?"
