[ Ronan isn't really used to people talking to him in the hallways. He walks through Hell like he walked through life: practically emitting a neon DANGER sign. He's all sharp edges, sharp gaze, a war brought to life and personified. That doesn't make him unnatractive, necessarily; to some people it might make him more so.
He normally wouldn't even bother stopping, and as it is, he's sorry he doesn't have headphones in.
The raven on his shoulder is the reason he stops, though. She eyes the candy bar with a keen beady eye. She loves treats, even if Ronan doesn't always give them to her. She seems to have a knack for knowing when someone is offering Ronan food, and this is no exception. So he stops and considers the unfamiliar other boy. ]
Gifts? You mean like from the devil? Why would anyone even want one?
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He normally wouldn't even bother stopping, and as it is, he's sorry he doesn't have headphones in.
The raven on his shoulder is the reason he stops, though. She eyes the candy bar with a keen beady eye. She loves treats, even if Ronan doesn't always give them to her. She seems to have a knack for knowing when someone is offering Ronan food, and this is no exception. So he stops and considers the unfamiliar other boy. ]
Gifts? You mean like from the devil? Why would anyone even want one?