RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Oh no no, of course not. It wouldn't look good for your image," Ronin agrees. His smiles feel more genuine on his lips as they settle into the rhythm of insulting you and then apologising for something different, or however this dance is supposed to go. "I'm not sure How I Met Your Mother had a plot to begin with," he shoots back. "It just pretended to. And I'll have you know, the store had a sale. Might explain a lot of your terrible sayings."
They're talking shit. Stop talking shit, Ronin - this is stupid, and the guy is hot and you're drunk, and even if you've never with a guy before, who gives a fuck? You live once, and hopefully when you die, it's in one piece.
"So now I'm here," he concludes, skipping over the rest of their preamble. "And now I could leave again, or I could stay. And I think I'd quite like to stay, if the past however-the-fuck-long of this is any indication." He pats the pocket that holds his phone, as if to wonder whether they are only capable of a connection when it's via text. Probably - a gif is worth a thousand awkward t-shirt slogans, as they say.
They're talking shit. Stop talking shit, Ronin - this is stupid, and the guy is hot and you're drunk, and even if you've never with a guy before, who gives a fuck? You live once, and hopefully when you die, it's in one piece.
"So now I'm here," he concludes, skipping over the rest of their preamble. "And now I could leave again, or I could stay. And I think I'd quite like to stay, if the past however-the-fuck-long of this is any indication." He pats the pocket that holds his phone, as if to wonder whether they are only capable of a connection when it's via text. Probably - a gif is worth a thousand awkward t-shirt slogans, as they say.
show me your darkness.
