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[greywaren]

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[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

Tuesday

[greywaren]

I'm glad she's alright.

[mintly]

you could have at least said you were all right.

are you all right? she keeps asking me.

[attached is an odd-angled picture that is, with some puzzling out, chainsaw investigating the phone while gansey is holding it in texting position. she is helpfully obscuring the direct view up his nose, but it's looking pretty obvious gansey hasn't slept.]

[greywaren]

i think someone else put me in my car. i don't remember a lot after getting adam in.

fine now though.

noah got in right? i put him in.

[mintly]

goddamnit ronan so help me

you better be because i told her so

noah is okay. adam is in a different car now but all his stuff went with him and i guess the new one is nicer.

[this picture is of chainsaw tucked up by gansey's neck, in the midst of accepting some pets under her chin. gansey's visible hair is still looking rather nest-y.]

[greywaren]

i am.

there's new people in here with me too. guess who's still here though?

[greywaren]

arrow girl

fucking arrow girl. of all the fucking people to keep in this car.

[mintly]

good lord. please continue not getting shot.

at least it's not horse guy?

[greywaren]

pretty high on the fucking agenda.

at least. his horse is still here though. guess it's the only car big enough.

[mintly]

excellent.

well you get along with horses better than you get along with horse guy, so overall a win?

[greywaren]

i'm not going to take care of his goddamn horse for him. serves him right if that thing dies

i don't think anyone else in this car knows what to do with it.

[mintly]

is the horse also an asshole? cause if it's not then he'll owe you. it's nice to have assholes in your debt.

[greywaren]

living in a train car with a dead horse would start to reek after awhile.

[mintly]

that too.

[chainsaw is now on gansey's bed, where she appears to have claimed a pen and some change and is covering them with torn up notebook paper.]

[greywaren]

your roommates. make sure none of them are psychos. arrow girl wanted to eat her at first.

['I know you'll take care of her' goes unspoken. Chainsaw is the truest thing he's ever created, the most naked representation of himself. It's impossible to not be concerned to have her so far away for so long, but if anyone has her then he's glad that it's Gansey.]

[mintly]

nobody's tried anything. other than trying to steal other people's unattended shiny things once or twice, she prefers destroying my hair, using me as a jungle gym, or making treasure piles in my sheets.

does she chew your ears? she's been chewing my ears. nicely, i mean.

[greywaren]

she gets bored. they're smart and when they're cooped up, they get destructive

she nips. it's not like she has teeth. just nudge her away if she draws blood.

[mintly]

maybe i can make her some puzzles or something, since we're stuck until friday.

it doesn't really hurt. well, a little. not blood-drawing hurt.

[greywaren]

good

and yeah okay

[mintly]

or i could teach her to fetch. that ought to be entertaining for both of us.

sure you're okay, lynch?

[greywaren]

yeah

i hate this

[mintly]

me too. it would be better if we were together.

if you keep answering your phone i'll keep sending pictures of her.

[greywaren]

just send me pictures of her anyway

[mintly]

give me an inch and i'll give you all the pictures you want.

[of course he'll send pictures regardless, though. gansey isn't so petty as to keep ronan and his heart entirely separated.

the picture attached is of chainsaw cuddled into gansey's neck, the posture somewhere between wanting comfort and being comforting. what he can see of gansey's head is turned, chin resting gently against one of her folded wings.]

[greywaren]

oh baby i'll give you more than that

[greywaren]

what are you feeding her?