RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Hmmm," says Ronin in response to the hair comment, in that annoying if you can't say anything nice sort of way. He can't help but enjoy the way this man bounces between could be homeless and prima donna, and so he heads out into the rain with him and resists the urge to step on his heels with steel toe-caps for the nickname he has so kindly graced him with. Speaking of which, at least he finally does know Remi's name. And he doesn't say it, but he thinks it: sounds French.
"And you still invited me home," he murmurs as he's called a dick, falling into step with the musician as he's predictably soaked. Wearing only the faded jeans and grey tshirt that he walked to work in, Ronin supposes that he'll have to drive back to his place in his overalls after work. Wouldn't be the first time. Hopefully Saki doesn't mind.
"Know what else melts in the rain? Witches." That's code for no, I don't need an Uber, and he tilts his head back to enjoy the rain on his face as they walk. "Nothing like grey skies to remind you of home," he mutters.
"And you still invited me home," he murmurs as he's called a dick, falling into step with the musician as he's predictably soaked. Wearing only the faded jeans and grey tshirt that he walked to work in, Ronin supposes that he'll have to drive back to his place in his overalls after work. Wouldn't be the first time. Hopefully Saki doesn't mind.
"Know what else melts in the rain? Witches." That's code for no, I don't need an Uber, and he tilts his head back to enjoy the rain on his face as they walk. "Nothing like grey skies to remind you of home," he mutters.
show me your darkness.
