RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Unbeknownst to both men, there has been a grave misunderstanding here. One read stop where the sign said go, and vice versa, and now neither of them will get what they want. For Ronin's part, Bandcamp's lack of clarification only cements their respective plans (those plans being rubbing one out, frustrated and alone at home later), and he clears his throat and rises to his feet.
"A cab? No. No... I should be fine," he says, both wanting to leave and wanting to stay as the other man doesn't seem even remotely relieved to see that he's gotten up and is making to leave him in peace. "I... uh... Yeah. I'll text you?" Lame, Ronin. All this build up, and you're just fucking lame.
"Thanks for the drinks."
He makes for the door, and is gone before the other man can say anything more. So quickly does he make his leave that he won't realise that he's forgotten his leather jacket until he's already home.
"A cab? No. No... I should be fine," he says, both wanting to leave and wanting to stay as the other man doesn't seem even remotely relieved to see that he's gotten up and is making to leave him in peace. "I... uh... Yeah. I'll text you?" Lame, Ronin. All this build up, and you're just fucking lame.
"Thanks for the drinks."
He makes for the door, and is gone before the other man can say anything more. So quickly does he make his leave that he won't realise that he's forgotten his leather jacket until he's already home.
show me your darkness.
