is there a price to burn this paradise?
"Very dirty-- oi! Let him go!" Ronin demanded of the mud, narrowing his eyes at the mud as it tried to cling onto his husband so dearly. He thought he managed to fight it off (mostly by pulling Remi closer and keeping his arms locked around him), though the look he threw it was positively withering. Luckily, there was a devastatingly handsome man present to distract him. "Well, if I have to go through the awkwardness of puberty again, I would like nothing more than to go through it with you."
Especially given how long it would take to get him clean again. And especially now that they had decided not to go and play along with the Fiat Lux games. Leaning in, Ronin stole a sudden kiss - thankfully not smeared with mud - from Remi's lips, his eyes slipping shut. "Tell me," he murmured, "how is that wagon of ours coming along? What do you need help with?"
Especially given how long it would take to get him clean again. And especially now that they had decided not to go and play along with the Fiat Lux games. Leaning in, Ronin stole a sudden kiss - thankfully not smeared with mud - from Remi's lips, his eyes slipping shut. "Tell me," he murmured, "how is that wagon of ours coming along? What do you need help with?"
