RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Taking a thoughtful drag on his cigarette and raising an eyebrow at Remi, Ronin is far too buzzed from the multiple shots of whiskey in succession to be more than mildly amused by this spanner thrown in their plans to (presumably) fuck and drink coffee at some point. "I meant on the inside of the building," he points out. "Y'know the old trick, press all the buttons so someone buzzes you inside, then you can find your own welcome mat and potted plant where you hid your key."
Except apparently not, because this is much more fun. "We could," Ronin figures with a gentle nod. "How many floors on your building...?" He squints, trying to count the windows, before giving up with a shrug and starting to walk around towards this fire escape. "Tom Cruise is a little scientologist bitch. We're better'n that, let's do it."
Except apparently not, because this is much more fun. "We could," Ronin figures with a gentle nod. "How many floors on your building...?" He squints, trying to count the windows, before giving up with a shrug and starting to walk around towards this fire escape. "Tom Cruise is a little scientologist bitch. We're better'n that, let's do it."
show me your darkness.
