A Flux of Flame and Ocean

It was a quiet morning, after an eventful night.

Quiet, of course, because Ronan and Tony were still asleep. This, unfortunately, wouldn't last long.

[Door closed, post open, especially for anyone of the Nolan kidlet variety!]

It had been a good day; nothing too exciting, really, although class had been interesting, and flirting with Tony was always fun. So, yes, a good day, and Ronan was enjoying the last of it right by his window, open to the cold air as he smoked. It was getting to be far too much of a habit for him, he told himself, but he wasn't exactly doing anything about it.

The door was open, although just a little, in an effort to help most of the smoke go out the window instead of out into the hallway. It was even mostly working.

[Expecting one, but open before his arrival!]