RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Remi isn't posing and Ronin isn't checking him out, so that's all entirely fine, and it's with an equally as smug smile that he turns away to shampoo his own hair. The urge to continue to dance around the issue is strong, the mechanic able to feel a number of excuses and quips rising behind his teeth, but he stifles them. And, when he turns back to Remi, it's with a gentle nod. "Yeah, I guess it is. What'd you say? Could drive up to Bear Mountain, see some sights." He shrugs.
Is he succeeding at being casual? Absolutely not. And is waiting for the other man to answer the souce of many a butterfly in his stomach? Yes, but Ronin will just tell himself he's hungry to avoid thinking about it. "I've been there a few times, but it usually rains. Might be able to catch a little bit of sun this time around."
Is he succeeding at being casual? Absolutely not. And is waiting for the other man to answer the souce of many a butterfly in his stomach? Yes, but Ronin will just tell himself he's hungry to avoid thinking about it. "I've been there a few times, but it usually rains. Might be able to catch a little bit of sun this time around."
show me your darkness.
