I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Mm, we probably were," Ronin agrees with a gentle smile, and as Remi's fingers stiffen in his own, he brings their hands up that he might press a warm kiss to the alchemist's knuckles. "It is a shame, yes. But we can make our own nice times with friends that aren't so fair-weather, right?" he suggests. "Or we can just go home and I'll wrap us up in blankets until we feel like creeping out again." Ronin doesn't mind either way - it's all spending time with his husband.
But they press onwards, and even though Ronin swears he's seen the same shelf more than twice on their trip through the stacks, he daren't say a word about it. It's a scenic route, that's what he thinks Remi will say if he pipes up, and so he merely walks, enjoying the feel of the alchemist's warm and calloused hand in his own, imagining how his ass looks clad in white Ursur fur.
So distracted is the Star that when Remi finally does hold out the book for him, it takes a couple of moments for him to actually translate the title. "Huh?" he says elegantly. "Do you want to build a skyboat, Remi?" The smile that threatens to creep across his face hopes the answer is yes.
But they press onwards, and even though Ronin swears he's seen the same shelf more than twice on their trip through the stacks, he daren't say a word about it. It's a scenic route, that's what he thinks Remi will say if he pipes up, and so he merely walks, enjoying the feel of the alchemist's warm and calloused hand in his own, imagining how his ass looks clad in white Ursur fur.
So distracted is the Star that when Remi finally does hold out the book for him, it takes a couple of moments for him to actually translate the title. "Huh?" he says elegantly. "Do you want to build a skyboat, Remi?" The smile that threatens to creep across his face hopes the answer is yes.
RONIN
