RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I said I'm sorry, too," Ronin explains, smiling and finishing locking up shop after handing Remi his helmet. "There are built in speakers, and you should be able to switch on the Bluetooth so we can talk," he explains, before swinging a leg over the motorbike. "Strange? I'd go for rude, awkward and not very good at holding a conversation. But I suppose strange covers it as well." He grins, saying nothing to the effect that yes, he does expect Remi to do just that.
"I promise I will return you safe and sound to your rockstar lifestyle before dawn," he explains, nodding over his shoulder for Remi to get on. "That's the gist of it, yes. Though I'd hope it would be a smoother ride than that - I don't want to be responsible for any extra dental treatment for you." Without a further word about it, he pulls on his helmet and fiddles with it for a moment. Only once Bandcamp is seated and safe does he try out their communication. "You hear me OK?"
"I promise I will return you safe and sound to your rockstar lifestyle before dawn," he explains, nodding over his shoulder for Remi to get on. "That's the gist of it, yes. Though I'd hope it would be a smoother ride than that - I don't want to be responsible for any extra dental treatment for you." Without a further word about it, he pulls on his helmet and fiddles with it for a moment. Only once Bandcamp is seated and safe does he try out their communication. "You hear me OK?"
show me your darkness.
