RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Whatever he is and whatever he's said is something that Ronin is keen to revisit, but as he (sassily) complies with the request to drink his coffee, he promptly forgets what it was they were discussing. How dare it taste so good, even without sugar. His silence will give it away most of all, he thinks, because as much as he's mocked Bandcamp for being talktative, both men have a penchant for chattiness. Eventually, he raises blue eyes to Remi's face.
"Well," he mutters, as if he's bitter about it, "I'm a fucking convert. You think you can teach me how to make this? Like... again, but slower, like I'm stupid?" Not because he is, but because he wants to remember it if possible. It's while sipping again at the coffee (not gulping, Remi, just savouring) that he listens to the musician speak more about his lies and truths.
"Tattoo conspiracy theories?" he asks with a smirk - really, what Ronin wants to ask is who are you dating but he absolutely decides against it. "Oh, you have family in the city?" Because unless Remi is taking random trips to Italy to brew alcohol with his aunt, it can only seem plausible.
"Well," he mutters, as if he's bitter about it, "I'm a fucking convert. You think you can teach me how to make this? Like... again, but slower, like I'm stupid?" Not because he is, but because he wants to remember it if possible. It's while sipping again at the coffee (not gulping, Remi, just savouring) that he listens to the musician speak more about his lies and truths.
"Tattoo conspiracy theories?" he asks with a smirk - really, what Ronin wants to ask is who are you dating but he absolutely decides against it. "Oh, you have family in the city?" Because unless Remi is taking random trips to Italy to brew alcohol with his aunt, it can only seem plausible.
show me your darkness.
