RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"What does a gig like the one we were just at actually pay?" Ronin wonders with a shit-eating grin directed towards Bandcamp. On the one hand, his privilege is showing for expecting a welcome mat in a building, on the other - $4000 jacket. "He's a prick but he does his own stunts?" Ronin scoffs, glancing up at the fire escape and not seeming to consider it much of an issue. "Do you want a boost up?" He voices Remi's thoughts without meaning to, already dropping down to one knee and making a cradle out of his interlaced fingers.
"I reckon you could pass it off as a marketing stunt if you had to?" he suggests. "Say it was helping you clear your head, to think outside the box. Or lie and say it was your stunt double, not you." Why a rockstar needs a stunt double isn't entirely clear, but Ronin thinks it's plausible anyway.
"I reckon you could pass it off as a marketing stunt if you had to?" he suggests. "Say it was helping you clear your head, to think outside the box. Or lie and say it was your stunt double, not you." Why a rockstar needs a stunt double isn't entirely clear, but Ronin thinks it's plausible anyway.
show me your darkness.
