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This time, Ronan really likes Sampremi [open]

Who: Ronan, Adam, Gansey, Ivar, and open
What: Ronan takes care of his dogs, takes care of his busted knee, and runs into some old friends (and also his boyfriend)
When: Early March
Where: A park and a city street
Notes: The thread with Adam will be very NSFW on account of Sampremi, violence in the thread with Ivar

a. Dogs at the Park

While Ronan’s land wasn’t small by most standards, ever since he had to fence his home off from the world, he didn’t felt sorry for his dogs, all still in the puppy stage. They needed something new. They needed stimulation. They needed to stop barking at the damn chickens.

So he packed them all in his BMW, took them for a joyride, and let them all out at a park. His raven, Chainsaw joined. She kept flying over them, catching their attention, and then landing somewhere just out of reach.

“Hey! Pavlov!” Ronan snapped his fingers to get the dog’s attention. “Off!”

The dog, his front feet still on the bench, turned and stared at him.

“Off-- God damn it. I should’ve never let you on the bed.” He stood just as Pavlov ran off to say hello to a newcomer he’d smelled.

b. Don’t dance on a broken leg

Ronan checked out the street markets, his eyes passing over food he might check out later. He wanted to see the fair first, but his knee started to give.

He rolled his eyes. “Damn it,” he muttered. It looked like a detour was called for.

Ducking out of the way, he tried to find some place to sit. Fortunately, most everyone was celebrating, so few people were actually on the side streets. His raven Chainsaw was the one who selected the right bench. Taking a seat, he rolled up his pants leg. He undid the brace on his knee so he could adjust it.

The bone was almost fully healed and it still hurt. He’d probably fucked up the muscles by doing walking around like normal. That dance might have had something to do with it.

“Fuck Ivar,” he hissed under his breath.

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Ronan is never particularly hard for Gansey to find, except when he's being particularly difficult. But Ronan is not particularly difficult at the moment and so Gansey is able to find him in the park where he has a mini zoo of sorts which shouldn't surprise the teen either. It doesn't really.

"Did you name this dog?" is Gansey's first question even as he's dropping down to greet it properly. For the record, his guess is that Ronan didn't name the dog.

"Adam. I'm insulted you had to ask." Ronan dreamed that Dalmatian just for him. Adam didn't have a chance of beating that Valentine's day present and absolutely no one was going to know about it.

"That one there is Newton." He pointed at one of the other dogs who was now coming up to greet Gansey, then pointed at another, who was doing much the same. "And that's Tesla. The only one with a decent name is..." He looked around and found the last dog whining at Chainsaw. "Thorpedo!" he called.

Thorpedo didn't move.

Ronan looked back at Gansey. "Little bastard's got an attitude problem."

"that's what I thought. Just making sure he hasn't managed to rub off on you too awful much," Gansey retorts with a smile. He's more than happy to greet all the dogs with affectionate pets and a customized hello for each of them. They're more fun to pet than Chainsaw though he's wise enough not to say that out loud.

"That's the worst name, Lynch," Gansey looks amused and it's clear that is likely the only one that Ronan has named. It also, apparently, had Ronan's attitude problems.

"When did you get so many dogs?"

"Come on! Thorpedo? it's Thor and torpedo! You're just jealous cause he's not a 'Dick the third.' I thought you were better than that."

Ronan whistled and Thorpedo finally ran over. Chainsaw flapped her wings and bobbed her head while she made a cackling sound. Looked like the bird won this round.

Ronan watched as Thorpedo tried to wriggle close enough to lie down on Gansey's feet. "We got them a couple months ago," he said. "People were rounding up strays before winter. I took a few home. Except that one," he pointed at Pavlov, the only one that wasn't some type of mutt. "I dreamed him."

"Dick the third would also be a terrible dog name," Gansey laughs and shakes his head. The explanation didn't really make the name seem any better to him. He did smile when the dog finally did come over and is quickly petting him as well. He needs more hands, clearly.

"You dreamed him?" Gansey questioned with a rise of a brow. If there were dogs to adopt he didn't really understand dreaming up a new one -- but then again, Ronan didn't always do things the normal way.

"No one has any taste." Ronan would never apologize for his badass names.

Ronan reached for Pavlov. He didn't pull him closer, but the dog got the message and went to stand in front of him. As hard as he'd tried to make him a normal dog, there were still odd patterns in his spots, if you knew where to look.

"Yeah. He was a gift for Adam. He likes Dalmatians." That was to say, he'd made an offhand comment about it a while back. Ronan could be a little too focused on his boyfriend. "I didn't find any here, so I had to get creative."

"You mean you don't have any tastes but can't admit it," Gansey teases Ronan. It's something he doesn't do often, not so frankly anyway. But gansey's happier than he'd been not long before. He sleeps a bit more now regularly than he used to as well. Things are well with Blue and Ronan seems happy and that lifts a weight from his shoulders.

"Well, I'm sure he appreciated that," Gansey said and he looks vaguely amused again and he's still petting Thorpedo thoughtfully for a moment.

"How long have you been here, Ronan?"

Ronan stared at a cluster of spots on Pavlov's side that resembled a flower. "A year," he said, absent any real emotion. "Sampremi was my first festival here. That was before Adam showed up."

He didn't like thinking about how hard it had been those first few months. He didn't have anyone, only a psychopathic viking he'd called a friend knew his secret, and he could no longer take refuge in the Barns. It got better after Adam, but there was that stupid Gansey shaped hole in his ~~heart~~ life. He'd missed his best friend.

Gansey studies Ronan and glances at Pavlov again and he thinks about it. He doesn't think that it could have been easy for Ronan to be here without Adam, without him or any of his friends. Ronan pretends to be strong, to not care but Gansey thinks he probably cares more deeply than just about anyone he knows -- just not in the way that people expect or want.

"How long were you alone?" Gansey is frowning as if he's managed to fail Ronan, even though this is clearly not something he could have controlled.

"About two months." Ronan patted Pavlov's back one more time before looking up at Gansey. It'd been a while since he'd seen that expression. As much as he'd missed it, that didn't mean he wanted to see it now.

He punched his shoulder. "Come on. It's not like I died."

Got a concussion, yeah. But died, no.

Two months is a really long time. Gansey can't help the fact that it concerns him even if it's now not so relevant it seems. He thinks Ronan seems happy and healthy -- as much as Ronan ever is.

"Clearly not, you would be quieter if you had," Gansey manages to tease back and not focusing on the niggling feelings of guilt and worry about that time that Ronan had been alone. Maybe he could make sure that it didn't happen again.

Ronan managed a half smile before remembering the night horrors. He'd have to grab Adam and ask him not to tell about the incident that landed him in the hospital. Just the thought of that made his expression shift, turning more distant as he looked at the other dogs.

But things were getting better now.

"It's good to have you around," he said without even glancing at his friend.

Gansey noticed the shift but he doesn't say anything, doesn't ask about it. Ronan tends to tell things only when he wants to, Gansey's learned that much. If it's important enough it'll come out on it's own Gansey is sure. He rubs Thorpedo behind his ears slowly.

"I don't know how you managed without me," Gansey smiles. "Though, I guess the collection of dogs speaks to how much you missed me," it's a joke, of course.

"Yeah, I missed hearing someone whine at me all day," he returned the joke with a jab. He glanced up at Gansey for a moment. "Where are you staying, anyway? Adam and I had to stay in shared housing for fucking ages.

If it weren't for the night horrors, he would have extended an invitation to crash at his place immediately. But they were still sorting that out, and the death threats.

Yeah, thinking it over, Gansey really had missed a lot. Ronan wasn't in any hurry to let him know about it.

"I never whine, "Gansey says in a very serious tone as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose but the smile is there quickly to ruin the illusion of seriousness.

"Just in the place that they assigned me," Gansey hesitates a moment. "I believe I want to find a place to move into with Blue. Then again, I haven't asked her yet but you would think if she'll travel the world with me she would get a place with me, right?" There's that little bit of the Gansey that's a little insecure and searching for approval beneath all the carefully cultivated confidence and suave schmoozing.

He's sure that there is plenty that Ronan isn't telling him and that's alright. He's been used to that for a long time now and Ronan will tell him things in his own time.

Ronan's first thought was to remind Gansey that he was apparently her true love so not shit she'd move in. Then he remembered this was Blue they were talking about. She was a wild, unpredictable creature and so very fucking touchy.

He shrugged. "Tell her you'll put a recycle bin in every room. She can't resist that."

Gansey raised a brow at Ronan's suggestion. It appears for a moment that he is actually considering that it's accurate for increasing his chances of actually getting her to agree.

"That might not be the worst idea..." he says in contemplation, though perhaps he should take it a few levels beyond that and then she definitely wouldn't be able to resist.

Ronan watched his friend, waiting for him to snap out of it. The real world was waiting too, but like Ronan, Gansey didn't always live in it. He didn't think Cabeswater's spirit living on in him was to blame for all of it.

"Just ask her, man." Sometimes-- most times-- he didn't get how Gansey could get stuck in his own head. When that happened, Ronan just wanted to shove him. Metaphorically, speaking... mostly.

Gansey is just Gansey, as he always been is what it really comes down to. He has his quirks and his hang ups and Blue is the center of so much for him now and he worries deeply about her making her happy and about being enough for her. Afer all, she is one who can take on the whole wide world and all the universes beyond it.

"Has 'just asking' Blue anything ever gone well for you, Lynch?" Gansey asked with a smile.

"Just talking to her never goes well but I'm not the one dating her." It occurred to Ronan how ridiculous it was that Gansey was coming to him about this. He must be desperate. He forgot how and why it would be awkward for him to have this talk with Adam.

"You two are too much alike," Gansey sighs and it's hard to tell whether he has been all that serious or not. Gansey shakes his head.

"What are your plans for the rest of the day?"

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