RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Honestly, Ronin doesn't expect him to show. He's walked the motorbike out onto the street, his helmet under his arm, and he's just about to close up shop when the hey hits his ears. Turning around with a raised eyebrow that it actually is Bandcamp in the flesh, he automatically accepts the bag with his clothes in before his mind can decide otherwise. "Oh... Thanks," he mutters, visibly deflated regardless of how he tries to hide it. So when Remi softens, and when his native tongue comes bumbling from lips more attuned to speaking Italian, it completely takes his breath away.
Yes, he does butcher it, but not so much that Ronin can't understand it, and the smile that spreads across his face seems to take years off him. "You're right, that's exactly what I mean. Tá brón orm freisin." He doesn't expect the rest, though, blue eyes widening a fraction, and his smile grows all the sweeter. Still, rather than responding right away, Ronin ducks into the shop, and when he returns, it's without the bag and instead with an extra helmet.
"Do you want to come for a ride with me? We can decide what to do afterwards. Because I want to come over as well, but I think it's my turn to host you for a change."
Yes, he does butcher it, but not so much that Ronin can't understand it, and the smile that spreads across his face seems to take years off him. "You're right, that's exactly what I mean. Tá brón orm freisin." He doesn't expect the rest, though, blue eyes widening a fraction, and his smile grows all the sweeter. Still, rather than responding right away, Ronin ducks into the shop, and when he returns, it's without the bag and instead with an extra helmet.
"Do you want to come for a ride with me? We can decide what to do afterwards. Because I want to come over as well, but I think it's my turn to host you for a change."
show me your darkness.
