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Aug. 26th, 2015 06:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thedreamthiefRonan's never had a particularly difficult time tracking down Gansey. This has typically been due to living with him for nearly two years as well as Gansey being predictable. There's no Monmouth here, and no Nino's. No natural meeting spot outside the tent of which Gansey is now the sole resident. Unlike Adam, he can't be found at his job.
Though, as far as Ronan's concerned, the library might as well count as a job.
Chainsaw's too big to hide in a hoodie anymore and it's too fucking hot to wear one anyway, so he bribes her into staying outside with a promise of a beach visit soon. She likes the sand.
Having been to this library already more often than he'd likely choose on his own, it isn't difficult to find him at all.
"Saw your girlfriend advertising her services on the corner yesterday," Ronan says with absolutely no preamble as he loudly pulls out a chair across from Gansey, the legs scraping against the tiled floor, and drops into it. A woman three seats down glares at them over her opened book and notepad, and Ronan tosses her his toothiest, most charming smile, before dropping it just as fast and returning his attention to Gansey.
He'd taken it upon himself to pull down another flier after Blue had stolen back the first one he'd so carefully acquired and he slides it over to Gansey now, the paper crumpled but otherwise intact.
"Apparently she's highly qualified."
Though, as far as Ronan's concerned, the library might as well count as a job.
Chainsaw's too big to hide in a hoodie anymore and it's too fucking hot to wear one anyway, so he bribes her into staying outside with a promise of a beach visit soon. She likes the sand.
Having been to this library already more often than he'd likely choose on his own, it isn't difficult to find him at all.
"Saw your girlfriend advertising her services on the corner yesterday," Ronan says with absolutely no preamble as he loudly pulls out a chair across from Gansey, the legs scraping against the tiled floor, and drops into it. A woman three seats down glares at them over her opened book and notepad, and Ronan tosses her his toothiest, most charming smile, before dropping it just as fast and returning his attention to Gansey.
He'd taken it upon himself to pull down another flier after Blue had stolen back the first one he'd so carefully acquired and he slides it over to Gansey now, the paper crumpled but otherwise intact.
"Apparently she's highly qualified."
