RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Something like that," Ronin grins as he approaches the paint cans, separating them out automatically into a colour palette that seems to suit the forest theme he's got going on. "There are no mistakes when it comes to this. Haven't you ever watched Bob Ross? Just happy little accidents, Remi." He scrunches his nose endearingly, straightening up and not bothering to hide the way he watches as the other man relieves himself of his sweater. He's expecting the bad pun t-shirts by now, and afford himself a private little smile to know he's right and there was one lurking under there.
"I can make it into strip spray paint," he offers, though he's already shrugging out of the jacket, leaning to pick up a couple of shades of green once he's folded it out of the way with Remi's sweater. "Just remember if you start spraying me, it doesn't come off all that easy. And I'll retaliate, so you could be green for your next show." He offers him the darker shade of green.
"I can make it into strip spray paint," he offers, though he's already shrugging out of the jacket, leaning to pick up a couple of shades of green once he's folded it out of the way with Remi's sweater. "Just remember if you start spraying me, it doesn't come off all that easy. And I'll retaliate, so you could be green for your next show." He offers him the darker shade of green.
show me your darkness.
