a predictable outcome

for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul

No, actually he'd forgotten. It wasn't like Remi often thought of his full name, and he wasn't entirely sure he fit the name Taliesin, if only because he'd never be able to think of it as another other than Ronin's. Either way as mud is slorped against his back, the Alchemist recoils with a laugh, arcing upwards which drives his hips lower onto Ronin, pleasurable and amusing all in one.

"Gods you're right. I suppose it's so lucky I was common-bred then, or else we might really be in trouble." Chuckling to himself hearing the name Arthur—of course it was that—Remi inhales a sharp spike of boyish disbelief as mud is caked between his ass and Ronin's fingers. "I'd say I would just get a picture of one, a rat that is...but I can just imagine Sugar needing to make sure it isn't real, time and time again."

Shooting his husband a disapproving look that quickly fades, Remi schluffs off of the Star like a piece of mud himself, laying on his side on the ground. "It is something to think about though. With everything we do, it's a wonder one of us hasn't actually lost their ring yet."