3rd Floor Common Room | Monday Afternoon

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This 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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[stacyexperiment]

"Yeah, that's helping not at all with my resolve," Gwen told him. Which she knew was the point, but still.

[smilestopscars]

"Yeah, I wasn't trying to help," Ezra told her cheerfully. "I respect your stance, but personally I am a very very casual person."

[stacyexperiment]

Argh, dammit. "How about I call you if that stance falls through?"

Which it was going to. Absolutely. Like there was zero chance of her getting through this week otherwise.

[smilestopscars]

Ezra gestured to his bare chest. "Open to suggestions, remember? So I'm cool with that. I'm also athletic and experienced." And wicked. "In case that might swing the decision one way or another, once you come to it."

Mostly he just wanted that in her head.

[stacyexperiment]

"You're the worst," she smiled, but she was blushing. And thinking about it.

[smilestopscars]

"I know."

He wore it like a badge of honor.