RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin pulls a face - the only things on his Instagram are motorbike spray jobs, and almost all of them end up getting covered in something plain and practical; Saki in the parking lot below them is a prime example, and holds unimaginable colours beneath her veneer of jet black. Still, there's a twinkle of something just as sugar sweet in his own eyes as he takes in the man slouched on the sofa beside him. "Mm, I'd have definitely still given you my number," he agrees. "And I almost definitely wouldn't have ended up in a fight."
Unaware of the song being written in the mind of a man he doesn't yet know well enough to assume things about, instead Ronin's stomach decides to rumble obnoxiously, and he rolls his eyes at it. "Sorry," he says sheepishly. "I don't have any pets, but my appetite is enough of a beast on its own."
Shifting to sit up a bit, he tunes into the other man's words again, not having expected such candidness (but perhaps he should start expecting it, given their conversations just now). "That makes a lot of sense. You were one of the reasons I drank so much so quickly. And probably why I shoved that guy out of my way. At least now I think we can agree that I am definitely not straight," he murmurs, flashing a smile that doesn't try to hide the cheerful note of satisfaction in it.
"Oh...?" Knowing something of rules and regulations himself, Ronin nonetheless pulls a face to hear that Remi literally can't go off script, so to speak. "That fucking sucks," he says simply. "How long is the contract for...?"
Unaware of the song being written in the mind of a man he doesn't yet know well enough to assume things about, instead Ronin's stomach decides to rumble obnoxiously, and he rolls his eyes at it. "Sorry," he says sheepishly. "I don't have any pets, but my appetite is enough of a beast on its own."
Shifting to sit up a bit, he tunes into the other man's words again, not having expected such candidness (but perhaps he should start expecting it, given their conversations just now). "That makes a lot of sense. You were one of the reasons I drank so much so quickly. And probably why I shoved that guy out of my way. At least now I think we can agree that I am definitely not straight," he murmurs, flashing a smile that doesn't try to hide the cheerful note of satisfaction in it.
"Oh...?" Knowing something of rules and regulations himself, Ronin nonetheless pulls a face to hear that Remi literally can't go off script, so to speak. "That fucking sucks," he says simply. "How long is the contract for...?"
show me your darkness.
