RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Old people don't turn into pumpkins, they become bitter, racist alcholics who judge their families and vote for the far-right," Ronin counters easily from where he's still half leaning over to examine the dribble of coffee through the filter. "Which is to say no, I'm not that old. I'm twenty-eight though, so I guess I could turn into an avocado." That's all the rage for his generation, right?
The smile he flashes up at Remi is positively filthy at the clear innuendo he gets from the other man's remarks, but he clears his throat to cover it up as if catching himself in the act, straightening up once more so their coffee can be served. It's black (that's fine) and there's no sign of anything to sweeten it up (oh god) but Ronin is a big boy. He'll deal.
"I'll do my best not to - I've been hit enough for the past couple of days." He gestures to his bruised face. "So are you going to tell me these lies people say about you, or are you really going to make me look you up?"
The smile he flashes up at Remi is positively filthy at the clear innuendo he gets from the other man's remarks, but he clears his throat to cover it up as if catching himself in the act, straightening up once more so their coffee can be served. It's black (that's fine) and there's no sign of anything to sweeten it up (oh god) but Ronin is a big boy. He'll deal.
"I'll do my best not to - I've been hit enough for the past couple of days." He gestures to his bruised face. "So are you going to tell me these lies people say about you, or are you really going to make me look you up?"
show me your darkness.
