RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"No, see, because the one part of Ireland is in Britain--" Ronin tries to explain, before Bandcamp is performing a comparative feat of acrobatics, and he's distracted enough to forget about British history and geography. It's a shame that they're interrupted before the mechanic can properly let his hands run over Remi's body, though he supposes there will be time enough for that in the coming days when he starts to feel better.
"Alright, I'll give you that much," he says of the dog, grinning as he pads to the door and scoffing at the exchange between Amadeus and Remi, he raises his eyebrows over at the piano. "Lucky for you, I don't think I'd be able to throw that piano if I tried," he calls, moving to open the door and accost the delivery guy for their food.
Nudging the door shut again with his hip and tilting his head as it's echoed with a rumble of thunder from outside, Ronin carries their pizza back to bed with an air of victory about him. "It'll taste better because I ordered over the phone," he tells him.
"Alright, I'll give you that much," he says of the dog, grinning as he pads to the door and scoffing at the exchange between Amadeus and Remi, he raises his eyebrows over at the piano. "Lucky for you, I don't think I'd be able to throw that piano if I tried," he calls, moving to open the door and accost the delivery guy for their food.
Nudging the door shut again with his hip and tilting his head as it's echoed with a rumble of thunder from outside, Ronin carries their pizza back to bed with an air of victory about him. "It'll taste better because I ordered over the phone," he tells him.
show me your darkness.
