RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Well, fuck. I've been rumbled." Ronin chuckles, glancing across towards the small kitchenette and wondering if just regular paper will do. Probably definitely not, but he's tempted to try if only to see the Italian outrage on his guest's face. He does find himself smiling at the thought of it, straightening up as Remi emerges from the bathroom. And as he sidles in to wash up as well, he can't even feign offence as the other man makes his measure of him.
"Twice if I'm not sure." He winks, before closing the door. "No allergies, but if you're expecting me to eat anything with chopsticks, you're risking your own opinion of me dropping even lower." It's a warning that's called through the door, and by the time Ronin emerges it feels as though he should be able to conduct himself a little more like an adult - and yet, no.
Still twitterpated and trying (not very hard) not to think about all that has just happened between them, he goes to fetch his clothes to pull them on. "Can I ask you something?"
"Twice if I'm not sure." He winks, before closing the door. "No allergies, but if you're expecting me to eat anything with chopsticks, you're risking your own opinion of me dropping even lower." It's a warning that's called through the door, and by the time Ronin emerges it feels as though he should be able to conduct himself a little more like an adult - and yet, no.
Still twitterpated and trying (not very hard) not to think about all that has just happened between them, he goes to fetch his clothes to pull them on. "Can I ask you something?"
show me your darkness.
