took a fall from a windy height

it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name

Raising a brow, Remi is glancing over his shoulder to wonder at what Ronin might mean. "Number one I'm offended that you would ever think I do not play things smart." He isn't, because he rarely does, if ever. "But also..what do you mean?" Remi was only used to throwing his weight around literally. He hadn't quite grasped what it could be to wield it in more subtle ways.

Swallowing, Remi sadly shakes his head. "We both know that dreams are a poor substitute for reality. Even if that's all there is."

Inclining his head as if to say why start now?, he presses another kiss against the smooth skin on the underside of Ronin's forearm. "Luckily one of us already has planned a date for the Cordillera..." Remi murmurs mischievously, before snorting under his breath. "Well, if having dry clothes makes either one of us a hero, so be it. Things are starting to rub and not in a fun way." With an obvious reluctance, Remi pulls himself forward, but not before twining his fingers through Ronin's that they might stay in contact as they wander up the stairs and out of their wet clothes.

it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay