RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I would never. That would just be rude," Ronin murmurs as his head pops through the t-shirt, leaving his mop of dark hair even more tousled up than it was to begin with. He makes no attempt to fix it, and it will almost definitely dry all over the place - another thing he doesn't care about. He's about to shuck out of his wet jeans when Remi makes such an obvious remark about where the bathroom is that he can't help but take it as a command.
So, with his jeans still unbuttoned, he catches the sweats and nods, heading off in that direction. "Thanks," he calls through the bathroom door, changing quickly before the sensation of cold, wet clothes really starts to stick. Everything smells like cloves and fragranced candles, and he finds that he doesn't hate that either. (Everything he wears smells faintly of gasoline and aftershave, so he's hardly one to judge).
Coming out just in time to see something of the tattoos on show, he can't help but raise his eyebrows and smile. "Nice ink," he mutters, almost under his breath, before stretching his arms above his head and adding the wet jeans to the folded tshirt. "So - hide and seek with the jacket?"
So, with his jeans still unbuttoned, he catches the sweats and nods, heading off in that direction. "Thanks," he calls through the bathroom door, changing quickly before the sensation of cold, wet clothes really starts to stick. Everything smells like cloves and fragranced candles, and he finds that he doesn't hate that either. (Everything he wears smells faintly of gasoline and aftershave, so he's hardly one to judge).
Coming out just in time to see something of the tattoos on show, he can't help but raise his eyebrows and smile. "Nice ink," he mutters, almost under his breath, before stretching his arms above his head and adding the wet jeans to the folded tshirt. "So - hide and seek with the jacket?"
show me your darkness.
