RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"A pizza with cheese and little bits of sausage in it, yes," Ronin agrees sunnily, carefully setting down the box on the bed and opening it up so they can dig in. To Remi's second point he can only shrug, unsure what the words mean but knowing that he quite enjoys the sound of the Italian lilt now that he doesn't think he's being surreptitiously judged.
"They took long enough to take off, wash and change," he informs the other man, sinking back down into the blankets to collect a napkin as well and pass them both slices of pizza. "I won't be the one spilling anything on them any time soon." Glancing up (and posting his pizza slice into his mouth), he tilts his head at the dreary landscape and the moody music of the Netflix series. "I've been there," he says after swallowing. "That's Cork."
"They took long enough to take off, wash and change," he informs the other man, sinking back down into the blankets to collect a napkin as well and pass them both slices of pizza. "I won't be the one spilling anything on them any time soon." Glancing up (and posting his pizza slice into his mouth), he tilts his head at the dreary landscape and the moody music of the Netflix series. "I've been there," he says after swallowing. "That's Cork."
show me your darkness.
