Basilisk Campfire, Tuesday afternoon, after workshops

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Johnny didn't know that a snowflake landing on his head this morning, was the reason behind his thought process for today.

Because Johnny, totally thought he was perfect.

Still super shiny from Arts and Crafts, oh, and shirtless too, Johnny strutted out to the campfire and slouched lazily in a lounge chair. But his slouching was utterly perfection. The glitter reflected the sun and light and made him sparkle and glow like a ... sparkling and glowing thing.

(it is open to anyone, yes.)

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Which is as it should be. The glitter was to blame. Entirely.

"I wouldn't mind," he said, his eyes serious.

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"Where?" There is no way he is going back to his own cabin.

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"I'm not too familiar with private places to talk around here," he admitted, at the same time doing his damnest to think hard. "There is no door on my alcove, just like the rest, but we can go there."

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Ronan nodded. "I can... protect it a bit. Make it more private." And even make the field invisible, like he hadn't bothered with his own alcove.

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Johnny quirked a brow, "I would like that." He would like to watch Ronan do it too, whatever he did to protect it and make it private.

"Are you ready then?"

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Ronan nodded. "Lead the way."

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And Johnny did just that (http://fantastic-torch.livejournal.com/3925.html).