Room 330 | Sunday Afternoon

[thegreywaren]

Lazy. That was the word of the day. Ronan's headphones were on and the music was blasting loud enough that some people might worry that he'd go deaf. But, he could handle it. Besides, his focus wasn't really on his music. He was lost in thought, hiding in his own head.

And what a dangerous thing that was.

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[smilestopscars]

Ezra leaned in the door, as he was wont to do. At least when he wasn't being weird, like Ronan had so charmingly put it last time.

"How goes Sunday in here, Lynch?"

[thegreywaren]

The music was loud enough that Ronan didn't hear him but he did see him.

Eventually.

He pulled one headphone off and said, "What?"

[smilestopscars]

"I asked how your Sunday was going," Ezra told him with an exaggerated drawl. "And you were very rude."

He didn't mean that. Didn't sound serious, either.

[thegreywaren]

"Does that surprise you?" Ronan asked, trying to shake away the haze in his head after that trip into some distant memories.