MHA -1 | Sunday Afternoon

[satedan_soldier]

His Black Friday trip to Ikea had been like any other venture Ronon made to a mainlandish place: full of people staring at him. You can bet the meatball-addled customers loved making way for a seeming giant in leather with bones tied in his hair

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[memberslonely]

And while Linz wasn't in the apartment, she was at the park waiting for Marth to take care of some... personal business. And because she was bored and she had a cell phone the next logical step was to call someone.

And it just turned out to be Ronon. Lucky day!

[satedan_soldier]

Ronon hated the way his phone played obnoxious music whenever Lindsay called. Funny how that had started over that parent's weekend thing. He sat in the middle of a million parts and answered gruffly, "What's the point of furniture in pieces?"

[memberslonely]

"Well if your apartment gets invaded by some bizarre monster you can beat them senseless with a table leg," Lindsay suggested with a smirk. "And hi, how are you?"

[satedan_soldier]

"Rather use my bare hands," Ronon complained, glaring at the tiny wrench that he didn't believe could ever do anything useful in his giant hands. "Great. Got a bookshelf." For his many books, yes.