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Mar. 12th, 2017 04:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thedreamthiefWorking for Luke wasn't the most thrilling thing, but it was easy and it gave him something to do every now and then. The animals didn't need constant 24-hour care; after their morning feeding and some general cleaning of the barn, there wasn't all that much Ronan needed to do. With Cabeswater protecting them, there wasn't much they couldn't do on their own.
Plus, time spent at Graymark meant, usually, time spent getting into trouble with Jack. Often, that was the highlight to Ronan's day.
But first he had to get to Graymark. The truck was loaded up with boxes from the warehouse on the other side of town and Ronan had the music blasting and the windows rolled down. He caught a few glares at nearly every stoplight, which was just how he liked it, blowing kisses at a few here and there and simply scowling at others. It probably wasn't the best thing to do while on the clock but Luke's truck didn't have any markings for the business and Ronan at least wasn't violating any traffic laws.
At least not until Chainsaw, who had decided to join him in the cab, started fucking with the volume knob on the radio.
"Little shit," he snarled as she jumped up onto the gearshift to poke at the knob hard enough to turn it to the left. Reaching over, Ronan turned it right back up again and Chainsaw swiveled her head to stare at him with her dark beady eyes.
Ronan glared right back.
Until a flash of something out the corner of his eye caught his attention, a flash of something small and possibly furry dashing into the street. Right in front of him.
Slamming on the breaks, Ronan cursed and Chainsaw spread her wings with a terrified kerah! The truck was too big, too wieldy to stop on a dime and the screech of tires on asphalt rang in Ronan's ear as he braced himself to feel a horrifying thump.
Plus, time spent at Graymark meant, usually, time spent getting into trouble with Jack. Often, that was the highlight to Ronan's day.
But first he had to get to Graymark. The truck was loaded up with boxes from the warehouse on the other side of town and Ronan had the music blasting and the windows rolled down. He caught a few glares at nearly every stoplight, which was just how he liked it, blowing kisses at a few here and there and simply scowling at others. It probably wasn't the best thing to do while on the clock but Luke's truck didn't have any markings for the business and Ronan at least wasn't violating any traffic laws.
At least not until Chainsaw, who had decided to join him in the cab, started fucking with the volume knob on the radio.
"Little shit," he snarled as she jumped up onto the gearshift to poke at the knob hard enough to turn it to the left. Reaching over, Ronan turned it right back up again and Chainsaw swiveled her head to stare at him with her dark beady eyes.
Ronan glared right back.
Until a flash of something out the corner of his eye caught his attention, a flash of something small and possibly furry dashing into the street. Right in front of him.
Slamming on the breaks, Ronan cursed and Chainsaw spread her wings with a terrified kerah! The truck was too big, too wieldy to stop on a dime and the screech of tires on asphalt rang in Ronan's ear as he braced himself to feel a horrifying thump.
