RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"That too," he agrees regarding the sea. In that regard they are probably similar, but he imagines Italy's coastline to be a lot more sunshiney and sandy and full of busty women in bikinis. Ireland is more of a slate grey, don't go in the water unless it's on a boat kind of vibe. Still, he glances back away from the sky in time to steal a glance of his own, allowing himself a little private smile that completely ignores how awkward things were yesterday.
It isn't long before they arrive back at the musician's apartment - and it looks a lot different in the daylight while Ronin is sober, though whether that's a good different or a bad one is beyond him. His shirt absolutely clings to him by this point, and Bandcamp isn't the only one forced to go to the gym, though for Ronin it's less forced and more habit. He has no personal trainer or expensive gym membership - just weights and a pull-up bar in his apartment, and an urge to run on weekends.
"Either or," he says in response. "Will I be wearing something from the bad slogan store, if I change?" The amusement in his voice is devoid of its usual snark, speaking of in-jokes rather than sarcastic attempts to keep his head above water.
It isn't long before they arrive back at the musician's apartment - and it looks a lot different in the daylight while Ronin is sober, though whether that's a good different or a bad one is beyond him. His shirt absolutely clings to him by this point, and Bandcamp isn't the only one forced to go to the gym, though for Ronin it's less forced and more habit. He has no personal trainer or expensive gym membership - just weights and a pull-up bar in his apartment, and an urge to run on weekends.
"Either or," he says in response. "Will I be wearing something from the bad slogan store, if I change?" The amusement in his voice is devoid of its usual snark, speaking of in-jokes rather than sarcastic attempts to keep his head above water.
show me your darkness.
