My place. [ the asshole is unspoken. evidenced by where kavinsky is versus where ronan is.
there is a couch in the room, one ronan could have put him on. ronan's taken up residence there instead, flicking absently through the newsfeed on his neural implant while a vine slowly grows and curls around the fingers of his hands.
the sun has gone down. adam's still out. ronan flicks away the screen he was reading and looks at kavinsky, raw and sober and real, and tries not to think about how much this is going to complicate. ]
no subject
there is a couch in the room, one ronan could have put him on. ronan's taken up residence there instead, flicking absently through the newsfeed on his neural implant while a vine slowly grows and curls around the fingers of his hands.
the sun has gone down. adam's still out. ronan flicks away the screen he was reading and looks at kavinsky, raw and sober and real, and tries not to think about how much this is going to complicate. ]
Don't make me put you out again.