RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Over here." Ronin waits for no man when it comes to food, as Bandcamp is about to realise. He's waving a hand from a little table in front of the window - and yes, that means he's definitely been able to watch the other man sprint up the street, slow down to appear casual, and then hurry inside out of the rain. He's taken the liberty of ordering lunch and yet more coffee, waving a hand to the empty seat opposite him and the toasted sandwich boasting an unhealthy amount of cheese (at least three different kinds) and some spiced chutney.
"If this isn't your thing, don't feel obligated. I can get it to go," Ronin says around a bite of his own identical sandwich - they call it the holy cheesus, and he's of the opinion that it's a name that's well earned. "Have a good morning with your maid?"
"If this isn't your thing, don't feel obligated. I can get it to go," Ronin says around a bite of his own identical sandwich - they call it the holy cheesus, and he's of the opinion that it's a name that's well earned. "Have a good morning with your maid?"
show me your darkness.
