IC contact for Box

[greywaren]

Hello, you have reached... please leave a message after the tone.

[IC contact for Ronan Lynch. He might not answer. You could also hit up Gansey or Adam until they bother Ronan enough to take the message.]

Comments

[mintly]

Ronan

[mintly]

Ronan seriously

[mintly]

Ronan?

[mintly]

answer a fucking text for once will you

[mintly]

ronan lynch get over your phone issue right now and ANSWER ME

[mintly]

Ronan you aren't being funny

[mintly]

Ronan we're ON A TRAIN to only god knows where but DEFINITELY NOT HENRIETTA and I would really appreciate it if you would look at your damn phone

[mintly]

Lynch you had better be on this train

[mintly]

What am I going to do if you're not?

[mintly]

That was not a rhetorical question I really don't know

[mintly]

Ronan please

[mintly]

Fine.

2 hours later

[greywaren]

hey

i'm on the train too. can't get out of the car i'm in. chainsaw is with me.

[casperdisaster]

Ro nan

(each of these is easily a few minutes apart as noah figures out touchscreens)

[casperdisaster]

Ronam

[casperdisaster]

its noah ronan

if you het this please let me kniw

laterrrrrrr

[greywaren]

noah?

how the hell did you get a phone

[unknowable]

Ronan

I have your phone but they gave me another one so presumably you have one too

Please tell me you're here

[unknowable]

Ronan Lynch if you don't answer me I swear to god

Mon 6/15

[mintly]

are you ok? there are different people in my train car this morning, but i didn't move.

also, i don't think chainsaw has a future as a stylist. but she's okay.

[attached is a selfie of 2/3 of gansey's head and chainsaw on his shoulder. she's groomed his hair into an utter disaster on top and is continuing her art on the side of the shoulder she's sitting on. gansey looks lovingly exasperated, and chainsaw seems quite pleased with herself.]

Tuesday

[greywaren]

I'm glad she's alright.

monday 6/22

[unknowable]

Hey. Talk to Noah.

tuesday

[greywaren]

why?

Tues, 6/30, early morning

[mintly]

[there is no text, only a picture of gansey with a very pink and fluffy octocat cuddled up on his shoulder, one of the furry tentacles stuck to his cheek and the others attached to his shoulder and chest. he's lying down in what appears to be more or less a nest of sheet and towels and blanket, no shirt on and slightly sweaty. his bedhead is unfairly stylish as always.

gansey looks tired, but also calmer than ronan last saw him, like he's maybe made peace with something. his eyes are rolled toward the octocat, but the smile is clearly for ronan, small and real and unguarded.]

[greywaren]

[The response doesn't come for a few hours, but at least he gets one.]

those things look so stupid

after the dream

[unknowable]

Was that real?

[greywaren]

technically it wasn't

but yeah it was me

7/2

[mintly]

[gansey seems to be making a habit of sending ronan pictures without messages attached.

this one is of adam in his flower crown. gansey caught him in profile, in a moment of concentration that only adds to his otherwordliness. it's all of adam's strange beauty encapsulated and brought into focus by the circlet of delicate blooms resting in his hair, in pale blues and yellows, with a smattering of white. he looks like a fairy prince, like a creature of the forest, like cabeswater's avatar; and he looks like adam, a delicate and brittle construction of bone and muscle who tries so very, very hard.

gansey isn't sure whether he'll get any kind of answer, whether ronan will just delete the picture in a fit of anger over the general existence of flower crowns. but he wants ronan to have it, to be able to look at adam out of more than the corner of his eye when he thinks the other boy isn't watching.]

[greywaren]

[Gansey does not get a response to that one.]

[interception]

you're still getting lessons with everyone else about bullet wounds.

[interception]

if you say no



i will shoot you in your leg
and we can start the lesson there

the next day

[greywaren]

fuck you

i told you to see parrish for that