Room 507, Friday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan stared blankly at his computer screen, trying to type an email to Nita. He still hadn't managed to tell her much of what was going on at Fandom, especially about certain idiot boys who couldn't deal with their own emotions.

Not that Ronan was angry or anything.

After once again spending far too long staring at the blinking cursor, Ronan turned away, starting the kettle to make himself a pot of tea. The door was open, and people were welcome to stop by.


[OOC: Open! Feel free to stop by and bug Ronan. I'll be out for an hour or two later on, but other than that I'm around all night, and should be up pretty late.]

[ETA: Thread with Johnny includes discussion of NWS material.]

Comments

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he needed to get some things out of the way.

He was there, leaning a broad shoulder against the frame of Ronan's door, and he didn't say anything because his look pretty much summed up his mood. He was tense and brooding and really just didn't want to be here.