RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I don't believe it," Ronin counters right back; call it the post-sex haze, the rush of endorphins or whatever other names there might be for it, but the mechanic is probably the most relaxed he's ever been in Remi's presence. He shifts to sit on the bed and watch the musician's (very fine) ass as he saunters away to the bathroom, leaning back on his hands. "If you come over again I'll make sure I have some of those weird paper things for the coffee and everything!" he calls, like that will make it better.
Weird though he feels to let someone else order something for them when it's his place - Remi is a guest - the other man has also deemed Ronin's taste in food and drink as garbage, so this is probably the safer option. Calling his address down to the musician, he ruffles his fingers through his hair and heads down towards the bathroom as well. "Dare I ask what you'll be ordering?" he wonders.
Weird though he feels to let someone else order something for them when it's his place - Remi is a guest - the other man has also deemed Ronin's taste in food and drink as garbage, so this is probably the safer option. Calling his address down to the musician, he ruffles his fingers through his hair and heads down towards the bathroom as well. "Dare I ask what you'll be ordering?" he wonders.
show me your darkness.
