RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I'll be careful to give my wrists a good workout, keep 'em limber just in case," Ronin says, and it's absolutely an innuendo. He checks Remi out right the fuck back as the other man's eyes run over him, but it's certainly not nausea that twists low in his belly as he takes him in, carelessly tousled and wearing the sort of shit that reminds him of pouring rain and a studio apartment with scribbles on the walls.
"You'll see when I get up off the couch I guess," he says of whether his t-shirt is hiding the oil and grease - and when he does get up to snag a slice of pizza, Bandcamp will find the couch as pristine (comparatively) as when he sat down. "Oh, got my life all planned out have you?" he asks around the pizza, turning to lean against one of the tucked in chairs and raising his eyebrows as if curious as to what makes Remi thinks this is weird compared to the usual.
"How so?" he asks. "You get stage fright?"
"You'll see when I get up off the couch I guess," he says of whether his t-shirt is hiding the oil and grease - and when he does get up to snag a slice of pizza, Bandcamp will find the couch as pristine (comparatively) as when he sat down. "Oh, got my life all planned out have you?" he asks around the pizza, turning to lean against one of the tucked in chairs and raising his eyebrows as if curious as to what makes Remi thinks this is weird compared to the usual.
"How so?" he asks. "You get stage fright?"
show me your darkness.
