3rd Floor Common Room | Thursday Afternoon

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Sleepless nights were nothing new for Ronan. They happened, he dealt with them and so on and so forth. The only bad thing about being here was that he had no Gansey and no Monmouth to distract him. Texting Gansey and trying to get back to Henrietta would be a logical way of solving this but Ronan was way too proud to admit that he needed Gansey. No way.

So, instead he was sprawled out on the common room couch, Chainsaw walking back and forth up his body while he flipped channels idly. He never stayed on one channel too long because boredom took hold quickly but it gave him something to do.

There was a bottle of water on the floor nearby and occasionally, Ronan would pick it up, pour a little in his hand and let Chainsaw peck at it before going back to his channel flipping.

God, he really need to find some reliable street races. Maybe he should take up racing with a rickshaw?

Nah.

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