IC Inbox for hadriel

[greywaren]

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

Comments

[mintly]

That much I had figured out.

[he gives ronan a little fond eyeroll. when ronan flops on the bed gansey takes up some free space at the end, fitting his legs over and across ronan's.]

What if it was both, huh? [a small pause.] Crass, Ronan. It wasn't, though. Just the bucket kicking part.

[he shrugs, not elaborating. they all probably have them, at this point. instead, he leans back against the wall and exhales, his shoulders relaxing as though there's some ronan-esque property that inspires such an odd reaction to someone generally wound tight as a watch spring.]