RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I just got back, I don't really have anywhere to be today." He'd taken the day off in anticipation of not actually getting back until this evening, planning on being far too hungover and well-fucked to surface before midday. And yet, here they are. He's left almost dizzy at the whipcrack of decisions Remi spectacularly doesn't make about his apartment, and it has Ronin rubbing at his forehead and wondering if it might be easier if he just spoke to Isla.
"I have the spare," he confirms, shifting the helmet under his arm. "I guess I... I'll check with Isla," he decides. The apartment absolutely will not have been tidied up, Isla more concerned with the state of her friend's health than his living conditions, though if they give it much longer, it's likely that a little birdie Vai will swing by and get the place smelling like mint and lemongrass in no time.
"What have I walked into?" He asks suddenly, his voice soft and clouded with concern. "Did you get into an accident or something? I tried your phone and your apartment before I left, but there was no answer."
"I have the spare," he confirms, shifting the helmet under his arm. "I guess I... I'll check with Isla," he decides. The apartment absolutely will not have been tidied up, Isla more concerned with the state of her friend's health than his living conditions, though if they give it much longer, it's likely that a little birdie Vai will swing by and get the place smelling like mint and lemongrass in no time.
"What have I walked into?" He asks suddenly, his voice soft and clouded with concern. "Did you get into an accident or something? I tried your phone and your apartment before I left, but there was no answer."
show me your darkness.
