RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Remi googles. Ronin does not. He really should have accepted the cab, because in reality he doesn't live all that close to the shop, and he's too drunk to ride home. It means that he's annoyingly sober and absolutely not in the mood to crack one out by the time he does get home, and instead he merely flops into bed, face down, and tries to forget about the night.
The following day brings drizzle and a chill in the air, and wouldn't you know it - he's left his fucking jacket at the musician's apartment. So it's a very cold and very irritable (read: hungover) Ronin that arrives at the garage, earlier than usual so he can crank up the heat and pull on overalls to keep it in. His cheap, shitty speakers blast their music when it doesn't become too unsociable to do so, and the shop - Iron & Resin - is open for business.
Maybe he'll text Bandcamp later to see if he can collect his jacket. Or maybe he'll climb inside his overalls and die. He's not decided yet.
The following day brings drizzle and a chill in the air, and wouldn't you know it - he's left his fucking jacket at the musician's apartment. So it's a very cold and very irritable (read: hungover) Ronin that arrives at the garage, earlier than usual so he can crank up the heat and pull on overalls to keep it in. His cheap, shitty speakers blast their music when it doesn't become too unsociable to do so, and the shop - Iron & Resin - is open for business.
Maybe he'll text Bandcamp later to see if he can collect his jacket. Or maybe he'll climb inside his overalls and die. He's not decided yet.
show me your darkness.
