RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Bandcamp's hoping they aren't followed home. Ronin is hoping precisely the opposite, but off they go into the big wide world without women fawning all over them. More fool them. Stifling the urge to ask the other man what the fuck is wrong with you, instead he straightens up enough to try his hand at walking in a straight line. "Aye, what of it?" he snaps, before clearing his throat. "Sorry - most of my brain's still in that parking lot." Huffing out a deep breath, he flashes a smile at the other man. "And you're what - French?"
Is he kidding? Or does he honestly not know? It could be either. "If I'd known you wouldn't understand it, I'd not have bothered with my wit and charm," he remarks, pulling out a slightly crumpled pack of cigarettes and offering one out to bandcamp. "Name ain't Peter, by the way. It's Ronin - like those wandering samurai in Japan." He wishes he was joking.
Is he kidding? Or does he honestly not know? It could be either. "If I'd known you wouldn't understand it, I'd not have bothered with my wit and charm," he remarks, pulling out a slightly crumpled pack of cigarettes and offering one out to bandcamp. "Name ain't Peter, by the way. It's Ronin - like those wandering samurai in Japan." He wishes he was joking.
show me your darkness.
