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3rd Floor Common Room | Tuesday Afternoon
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thegreywaren.livejournal.comOne week plus and Ronan still hadn't made it off the island. For some reason, he wasn't even that surprised. Just bored. And maybe a little lonely but he would never, ever admit that. Not in a million years.
There had been thirty seven messages on his phone this morning. He returned one from Adam but that was it. The rest got ignored. After classes, he'd scooped up Chainsaw and padded his way down to the common room. It was cold and wet outside, not really appropriate weather to go racing in but he'd thought about.
Maybe he'd go later, after he had some food and was bored enough to eat his own hand. Not yet, though. He found some potato chips in the cabinet and was setting them on the back of the couch, watching Chainsaw pretend she was sneaky by wandering completely around the chip until she thought Ronan wasn't look and she took it.
Dumb bird.
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There had been thirty seven messages on his phone this morning. He returned one from Adam but that was it. The rest got ignored. After classes, he'd scooped up Chainsaw and padded his way down to the common room. It was cold and wet outside, not really appropriate weather to go racing in but he'd thought about.
Maybe he'd go later, after he had some food and was bored enough to eat his own hand. Not yet, though. He found some potato chips in the cabinet and was setting them on the back of the couch, watching Chainsaw pretend she was sneaky by wandering completely around the chip until she thought Ronan wasn't look and she took it.
Dumb bird.
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