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riverviewlogs2018-03-11 11:23 am
somnioergosum) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-03-11 11:23 am
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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.
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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"Has 'just asking' Blue anything ever gone well for you, Lynch?" Gansey asked with a smile.
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"What are your plans for the rest of the day?"