RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
What is happening? Ronin has no idea and he expects the other man doesn't either, so he wisely doesn't continue the masturbation small talk lest they keep talking about it. Of course, then they're talking about their sloppy meeting a few nights before instead, and it's both better and worse in the mechanic's opinion. "Well, thank fuck for small miracles," he says with a lopsided smile, as if Remi being too off his face to even cum was a blessing in disguise. "Me neither. Contrary to popular belief," and the term popular here basically means Remi's opinion, "I am not that much of an asshole, either."
Then they retreat to the safety of boring coffee talk, and by the slow tilt of his head as Bandcamp explains, Ronin understands but he doesn't... actually understand. Still, he accepts the back of beans and holds them up to his nose to take a sniff, wanting to snark back but finding himself unable to. It wouldn't be fair on the coffee. "I hope it was a clean parking lot, at least," he mutters, peering over the other man's shoulder at the filters, like he's doing sorcery or some shit.
Then they retreat to the safety of boring coffee talk, and by the slow tilt of his head as Bandcamp explains, Ronin understands but he doesn't... actually understand. Still, he accepts the back of beans and holds them up to his nose to take a sniff, wanting to snark back but finding himself unable to. It wouldn't be fair on the coffee. "I hope it was a clean parking lot, at least," he mutters, peering over the other man's shoulder at the filters, like he's doing sorcery or some shit.
show me your darkness.
