RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I don't practice. Not any more, anyway," Ronin says with a grin. "I was put through my paces by my parents, though. It was that or having to learn how to play the clarinet, and I wasn't really into sitting still," he explains, one of his hands playfully shifting to Remi's waist and the other to his hand, as if he's going to lead them in a waltz. (He isn't, obviously - Bandcamp would likely die). "Maybe I'll have to support you and start playing your music in my shop"
His laughter is soft and free of judgement to hear about the special-Ikea-candles, though the paint has him tilting his head. "Oh? This is starting to sound like you were planning to woo me out there," he murmurs. Joke's on Remi - Ronin was already wooed, mostly. "Mm, keep it as a surprise," he agrees. "For now, shall we get you settled on the couch again? I think technically you still count as sick. I'm not as good as those nurses at the hospital, but I'll do my best."
His laughter is soft and free of judgement to hear about the special-Ikea-candles, though the paint has him tilting his head. "Oh? This is starting to sound like you were planning to woo me out there," he murmurs. Joke's on Remi - Ronin was already wooed, mostly. "Mm, keep it as a surprise," he agrees. "For now, shall we get you settled on the couch again? I think technically you still count as sick. I'm not as good as those nurses at the hospital, but I'll do my best."
show me your darkness.
