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[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

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

[mintly]

yeah, but they sound nice. like purry bubbles. or bubbly purrs.

i just wanted to say hi. is your arm healing?

[greywaren]

yeah. it's alright

[mintly]

good.

you all right, lynch?

[greywaren]

sure.

they didn't take the gun back. it's in my bag.

[mintly]

[so...no. but he's also not going to get an answer.]

potentially useful, but not sure i like it. [not because he doesn't trust ronan with a gun so much as he doesn't trust ronan to forgive himself for some of the things he might end up having to do with it.] what about ammunition?

[greywaren]

that isn't going to be a problem

[mintly]

oh. right. dumb question.

as long as you don't start waving it at anyone who pisses you off, since that's more or less everyone.

[greywaren]

im not gonna fucking shoot anyone gansey

jesus

[mintly]

i know that, for fuck's sake

but they don't.





sorry. i'm being paranoid

[greywaren]

you are

[mintly]

i just don't want anything worse to happen to you than the usual

there's no hospital to take you to here so

keep being smart about things

[greywaren]

worry about adam and noah

im better out here than they are

[mintly]

i'll worry about whoever i want, ronan lynch

and they require less worrying because adam is paranoid already and noah is scared of everything

learn to cope

[greywaren]

take your own advice

[mintly]

you made me a promise. i'm holding you to it.

i'm fucking trying ronan

[greywaren]

im not going to lie to people just so i can stay under the radar

[mintly]

when did i ask you to lie?

[greywaren]

isnt that what this is about? playing nice?

[mintly]

no. it's about playing smart. a gun isn't something you pull unless you plan to fire it.

i don't want adam and i to have to bury you is that too much to ask

[greywaren]

fine, whatever

[mintly]

thank you

[jerk. why does he love you again?]