RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Did I just hear that correctly?" Ronin grins. "Did you just compliment coffee that I brought you?" Yes, he's ignoring that he didn't make the coffee, and that he got it from one of Remi's registered OK places on his app. He paid for it and he delivered it, the compliment belongs to him.
Ronin is also glad that the other man chooses not to put his fingers in range of his own, and he shoves his free hand into his pocket as they walk. "It's been very good," he admits, unable to keep the smile from creeping across his face. Indeed, it looks as though they're heading towards his shop, almost, but when they arrive at the street, it's actually the small adjoining unit that Ronin stops in front of.
"I have a studio," he says, almost bashfully. "A real one. Right here."
Ronin is also glad that the other man chooses not to put his fingers in range of his own, and he shoves his free hand into his pocket as they walk. "It's been very good," he admits, unable to keep the smile from creeping across his face. Indeed, it looks as though they're heading towards his shop, almost, but when they arrive at the street, it's actually the small adjoining unit that Ronin stops in front of.
"I have a studio," he says, almost bashfully. "A real one. Right here."
show me your darkness.
