oh worm

He didn't really have much of a reason to stay hidden, had nothing much to hide, but feelings shoved down like an old mattress folded in half, the springs straining beneath the tension, sharp edges catching skin. So he stepped forward, almost feline in the angle of his shoulders, the hunch of his posture, wings unfolding enough to show streaks of red. She was awfully jovial, her words carried a delicate, playful lilt to them, Ronan might have thought them charming if he didn't have such a log shoved up his arse. Ronan didn't go out of his way to start beef, he thought he was rather tolerant really-the many times he wanted to knock someone's teeth out he didn't. Restrained himself, even if it was quite obvious he wanted to do the contrary.


"Might as well," he agreed, shoulders shrugging just so. "Though if you wanted company I feel like this isn't the place for it."