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3rd Floor Common Room | Monday Afternoon
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thegreywaren.livejournal.comThis whole thing was annoying. Ronan just wanted to go back to constantly feeling angry and annoyed at the world. He didn't want to throw angry, annoyed and wanting of the world into that mix. No. It wasn't happening.
(It already was happening).
There was absolutely nothing on television but that wasn't stopping Ronan from changing the channel every five seconds in a futile attempt to get his brain engaged and away from so many mental images that were dangerous to even broach.
He'd left Chainsaw and the robot baby in the room, trusting his bird to watch over that thing and not even caring if Chainsaw pecked it till it broke. He didn't want to deal with. Nope, he was just going sit on the couch, drink ice cold water (that was, unfortunately, not spiked with anything good) and take his frustrations out on the channel clicker.
God, he was sad.
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(It already was happening).
There was absolutely nothing on television but that wasn't stopping Ronan from changing the channel every five seconds in a futile attempt to get his brain engaged and away from so many mental images that were dangerous to even broach.
He'd left Chainsaw and the robot baby in the room, trusting his bird to watch over that thing and not even caring if Chainsaw pecked it till it broke. He didn't want to deal with. Nope, he was just going sit on the couch, drink ice cold water (that was, unfortunately, not spiked with anything good) and take his frustrations out on the channel clicker.
God, he was sad.
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