I will fight the end
"Fuck off," Ronin tells his husband with the utmost affection, the words practically laughed out through the kiss he's smooshing against Remi's cheek. The nimbus descends for them to climb down and enter through the shop - the Star is still grinning, gathering up the blankets and hurrying up to the entryway. "Windows are for letting in light, and for me to call up to you when I've forgotten my keys," he informs his husband as he unlocks the door. "Besides, you've got a letter, so... you're welcome."
They step inside, Ronin locking up again and fussing with the blankets. "That wasn't an insult, dear husband. I know your penmanship is beautiful - that's why I suggested you do it. I bet you haven't done anything as mundane as writing a letter in a while."
Folding the items over the wagon wheel that still hasn't yet become a table so they might dry off, Ronin barely hears his husband speak - but he still knows they aren't words he's ever heard Remi say before. "What was that...?" He frowns, turning to face him properly.
"Who is leaving?" The mere look on Remi's face has Ronin crossing the room to him, taking the letter to glance down at it. "Oh... oh. Fuck, Remi. I didn't realise things were so bad..."
They step inside, Ronin locking up again and fussing with the blankets. "That wasn't an insult, dear husband. I know your penmanship is beautiful - that's why I suggested you do it. I bet you haven't done anything as mundane as writing a letter in a while."
Folding the items over the wagon wheel that still hasn't yet become a table so they might dry off, Ronin barely hears his husband speak - but he still knows they aren't words he's ever heard Remi say before. "What was that...?" He frowns, turning to face him properly.
"Who is leaving?" The mere look on Remi's face has Ronin crossing the room to him, taking the letter to glance down at it. "Oh... oh. Fuck, Remi. I didn't realise things were so bad..."
'til the end is here
