RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"The bike rambling was revenge for hearing all about music theory," Ronin snarks back. "Last time I ever ask a question about a scribble on your god damned wall," he mutters, fishing in his pockets for cigarettes and a lighter. He sparks up and offers one to Remi as well, resisting the urge to kick him in the shins for his repeated insistence at royalty. "Says the man who wore a $4000 jacket tonight," he counters, before they're walking towards his apartment and his phone buzzes.
Raising an eyebrow at the screen, Ronin scoffs and grins around the drag he's taking on his smoke, finding himself very much able to appreciate the sense of humour from Bandcamp's mother figure. "She seems like a riot," he says with no small amount of warmth in his voice, though the suddenly gooey expression on Remi's face might be a contributing factor there. "Do you see her often?"
Raising an eyebrow at the screen, Ronin scoffs and grins around the drag he's taking on his smoke, finding himself very much able to appreciate the sense of humour from Bandcamp's mother figure. "She seems like a riot," he says with no small amount of warmth in his voice, though the suddenly gooey expression on Remi's face might be a contributing factor there. "Do you see her often?"
show me your darkness.
