RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Does it make me a burglar if I have permission from the owner of the apartment before breaking in?" Ronin wonders. "Not to mention being told to do it so you didn't have to." His grin is both boyish and mischievous, and he reaches out to accept the offered hand onto the bed. He rolls onto his side, not quite on top of Remi, but certainly closer than a friendly conversation would imply.
"Well I do apologise. Next time you hear someone call you that, though, I hope you think of me under your bed and cops outside your door." He winks, propping himself up on one arm and tilting his head to hear what sounds like a sudden and very sincere request. Ronin's smile fades to something that Bandcamp will soon come to realise is quite the rarity for the mechanic - sweet and lopsided, it's with a genuine nod that he gives his agreement.
"Yeah," he murmurs. "I have a lockbox with my spare keys in it. I'll give you the code."
"Well I do apologise. Next time you hear someone call you that, though, I hope you think of me under your bed and cops outside your door." He winks, propping himself up on one arm and tilting his head to hear what sounds like a sudden and very sincere request. Ronin's smile fades to something that Bandcamp will soon come to realise is quite the rarity for the mechanic - sweet and lopsided, it's with a genuine nod that he gives his agreement.
"Yeah," he murmurs. "I have a lockbox with my spare keys in it. I'll give you the code."
show me your darkness.
