RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"As opposed to a genuinely creepy weirdo. You know, foil hat, penchant for serial killer documentaries?" He raises his eyebrows. He's seen that Don't Fuck With Cats thing on Netflix, he knows a weirdo when he sees one. Luckily, Bandcamp seems more like harmless, talented and unfairly handsome drug addict type. "I'll fucking drink to that," he says about the money, though the other man still has the jar so... he guesses not.
"Mm, I guess we will." He throws a cursory glance over the sheet music, understanding precisely none of it and caring even less, before suddenly it's Q&A time with him as the star, and he flashes a crooked smile at his host. "You bring me here to get me more drunk and interrogate me?" He sighs. "Fine. My deal is that I fix motorbikes. I got a garage a few blocks away, bought it from my boss a couple years ago. Used to be in the army but I ain't any more, and I left the good ol' Emerald Isle to find my fortunes here. That enough, or do you need my blood type and my bank details too?"
"Mm, I guess we will." He throws a cursory glance over the sheet music, understanding precisely none of it and caring even less, before suddenly it's Q&A time with him as the star, and he flashes a crooked smile at his host. "You bring me here to get me more drunk and interrogate me?" He sighs. "Fine. My deal is that I fix motorbikes. I got a garage a few blocks away, bought it from my boss a couple years ago. Used to be in the army but I ain't any more, and I left the good ol' Emerald Isle to find my fortunes here. That enough, or do you need my blood type and my bank details too?"
show me your darkness.
