give me something to sing about

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

"Shut up." Remi sings adoringly, not bothering to open his eyes. "No you." The Lullaby expertly counters; while Ronin enjoys the contrast of them vs. the world, Remi instead basks in the resplendent nothingness in his thoughts. No war, no obligations, no arguments or social engagements. Just the afterglow of a good fucking, oh and--

"--always." Suddenly starving, Remi's eyes blink open as a sly smile spreads across his lips. Glancing toward their picnic, it's his turn to duplicate. With a sprawl of tentacles to pick up the wine bottle, their discarded cups, and the rest of the goodies Ronin had packed for them, Remi's duplicate places them all within arms/tentacles' reach before pouring them each a healthy glass of wine.

Slithering out a tentacle to accept the wine from...himself... Remi offers it first to Ronin. "I cannot think of anything better than this, right now." He murmurs sweetly, before leaning down to press his lips against Ronin's cheek.