RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Good thing I ended up the way I did then, isn't it?" Ronin says, implying that whatever the fuck he's doing with his life in this apartment and at his garage is better than being a snooty art lecturer. (And it is, but Ronin will never get to experience that side of things to appreciate it all that much). He can only scoff at the shade thrown his way - because it's true, he had definitely noticed what Angry Soup had been wearing and the way he'd styled his hair - because suddenly there are fancy ass sandwiches on the way and he's quite frankly forgotten why he's being insulted.
Why did he follow the meathead out to the parking lot, though? "Drunk, ego, maybe I just wanted you to notice...?" That last one is a helluva longshot, and he knows enough about this mostly-stranger to know he won't fall for it. But again, sandwiches.
Or whatever Remi wants to call them. The blank look on Ronin's face says it all, really, and he accepts his plate with a vacant sort of smile that still tries to be almost sweet in its ignorance. "Cheers," he says by way of thanks, and then falls silent to dig in.
All in all this is the weirdest hookup he's ever had, but he can't find himself complaining one bit.
Why did he follow the meathead out to the parking lot, though? "Drunk, ego, maybe I just wanted you to notice...?" That last one is a helluva longshot, and he knows enough about this mostly-stranger to know he won't fall for it. But again, sandwiches.
Or whatever Remi wants to call them. The blank look on Ronin's face says it all, really, and he accepts his plate with a vacant sort of smile that still tries to be almost sweet in its ignorance. "Cheers," he says by way of thanks, and then falls silent to dig in.
All in all this is the weirdest hookup he's ever had, but he can't find himself complaining one bit.
show me your darkness.
