RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Bobbing his eyebrows in a gesture of I know I am, Ronin nonetheless matches the mischief in Remi's tone with a lopsided smile, and he steps up beside him to gaze at the sprawling lights, the busy city all around. "Could always get a blanket once we've broken into your apartment," he points out. "But then again, that would mean having to walk back up these stairs again to reach the roof. Maybe another time." Another another time. They're starting to collect these.
"Mm...? Oh shit yeah, you're right." Ronin tilts his head as if trying to make out which rooftop belonged to his garage, not that it was really possible in the dark. Besides, the view probably wasn't so great under the unforgiving light of day. Anyway. Mission Impossible.
"You definitely know which window is yours?" he asks, wanting to make sure before he swings into someone else's apartment.
"Mm...? Oh shit yeah, you're right." Ronin tilts his head as if trying to make out which rooftop belonged to his garage, not that it was really possible in the dark. Besides, the view probably wasn't so great under the unforgiving light of day. Anyway. Mission Impossible.
"You definitely know which window is yours?" he asks, wanting to make sure before he swings into someone else's apartment.
show me your darkness.
