long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Whilst Remi chooses their space and waxes lyrical about creepy tentacles (maybe just for tonight, since they're both in such a good mood), Ronin makes idle chit-chat with the barman and collects up their drinks, offering a cheerful goodbye before he's heading over to join his husband. "That's not true - you're glowing, tentacles and all," he assures the alchemist as he sidles into his seat opposite and sets the glasses down. "And I will be too, probably." In a literal sense, but rest assured there will be no darkness around this table tonight. Using fingers tipped with phoenix down, Ronin pinches the wick of the candle at their table to light it and lifts his glass, clinking it with Remi's in a way that makes it sound musical and magical in a place like this. "To us," he says warmly. "And you know, I think you're right. Which is a travesty, I might add. I think I'd like to make a habit of this. I don't want the ordinary to become something that's a special occasion for us. And," he adds with a mischievous wink, "there's a notice board in the back of this place. Do you know how many people want things to hunted in the Greatwood? Lots."