RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin gurgles his way through a black coffee with too much sugar in it, then checks his books for the day. Two projects (aka personal shit that doesn't count) can be dealt with after he's finished work for a a client, but he's got a few on the books to drop off and pick up later. He's about to set his phone to the side to climb under a bike when he remembers the whole Bandcamp-gate situation, and ends up groaning and leaning against a counter to peruse.
Eventually he bites the bullet and types out a message, ignoring a couple of WhatsApp messages from his fAMiLy ChAT before hurriedly placing the phone down (on loud, in case of calls) and low-key hoping the bike falls on him and kills him.
Hey - thanks again for helping out last night. Bruises suit me, luckily. Did I leave my jacket at your place?
Eventually he bites the bullet and types out a message, ignoring a couple of WhatsApp messages from his fAMiLy ChAT before hurriedly placing the phone down (on loud, in case of calls) and low-key hoping the bike falls on him and kills him.
Hey - thanks again for helping out last night. Bruises suit me, luckily. Did I leave my jacket at your place?
show me your darkness.
