RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Hopefully I can shoot a little higher than falling in love with an apprentice who steals from me," he quips around another large bite of pizza, though the playfulness in his blue eyes suggests that he's still charmed to find that Bandcamp is thinking about his story at all. Tilting his head, he listens thoughtfully at the explanation of imposter syndrome - never having experienced it himself, Ronin appreciates Remi spelling it out, even if it's accompanied by opening a container of cheese.
"Surprised you can see anything at all with those lights," he remarks as he finishes his pizza and wipes off his face and hands with a napkin. "I'd try to give you a bunch of twee bullshit about how you just gotta believe, but not only would it be crap, you've probably already tried it." He shrugs. It's true he hasn't expected Bandcamp to suffer from this sort of thing, but it's kind of nice to know he's still mortal.
"Anything I can do to help?"
"Surprised you can see anything at all with those lights," he remarks as he finishes his pizza and wipes off his face and hands with a napkin. "I'd try to give you a bunch of twee bullshit about how you just gotta believe, but not only would it be crap, you've probably already tried it." He shrugs. It's true he hasn't expected Bandcamp to suffer from this sort of thing, but it's kind of nice to know he's still mortal.
"Anything I can do to help?"
show me your darkness.
