RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I mean I could, but I'd also have to bring the blanket, and probably your dog to come and join us, and anything else you wanted, and I'm not sure even I'm that great at pull ups," Ronin says easily, though as Remi clarifies about his mostly definite certainty about which window belongs to him, it suddenly dawns on the mechanic, what a fucking stupid, half-drunk thing he's about to do.
Then he forgets about it in lieu of trying to stop Amadeus mauling him when he gets inside, and not stumbling to his death when Bandcamp claps him on the back. "A'right, let's do this," he mumbles, though it's uncertain who Ronin is saying this to. Swallowing hard, he sidles up to the edge of the rooftop, spying the window Remi had pointed out. It shouldn't be too difficult - swinging over and holding onto the top of the roof should let him just about touch the window sill, and then it's just a matter of clambering in from there, right?
Right.
"Wish me luck," he mumbles, before starting to swing over the side of the building.
Then he forgets about it in lieu of trying to stop Amadeus mauling him when he gets inside, and not stumbling to his death when Bandcamp claps him on the back. "A'right, let's do this," he mumbles, though it's uncertain who Ronin is saying this to. Swallowing hard, he sidles up to the edge of the rooftop, spying the window Remi had pointed out. It shouldn't be too difficult - swinging over and holding onto the top of the roof should let him just about touch the window sill, and then it's just a matter of clambering in from there, right?
Right.
"Wish me luck," he mumbles, before starting to swing over the side of the building.
show me your darkness.
