Ronan Nolan (
not_in_the_book) wrote2012-01-13 12:48 pm
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Nolan Home for Wayward Refugees, 33 Apocalypse, Friday Evening
The menu finally planned, the guests on their way -- or already arrived, and dinner already cooking, Ronan felt prepared for dinner.
The smells -- and sounds -- coming out of his kitchen were probably enough to make his guests mouth water, but that was, really, par for the course when it came to Ronan. And no, you weren't allowed into the kitchen to help.
[Up early-ish for SP; open to all the Wayward Refugees, OCD on its way!]
The smells -- and sounds -- coming out of his kitchen were probably enough to make his guests mouth water, but that was, really, par for the course when it came to Ronan. And no, you weren't allowed into the kitchen to help.
[Up early-ish for SP; open to all the Wayward Refugees, OCD on its way!]
Re: After Dinner
Re: After Dinner
His curse was too new for him to be comfortable with much more than flirting -- at least, until he knew for sure he couldn't infect his friends. But he wasn't about to give up the flirting.
Re: After Dinner
What? Actually sleeping with someone was nice, too, and Ronan wanted to make sure that Jack knew he wasn't afraid of him, no matter what he might have become.
Re: After Dinner
Probably he'd still sleep alone, but it was nice to know he didn't have to.
Re: After Dinner
... Ronan occasionally failed at humour.
Re: After Dinner