[Ronan laughs it off as Kavinsky looks pained at the easy ribbing about how slow he may or may not have been driving. Mostly it was just because otherwise he sounded too needy, like he wanted the other boy more than he knew how to put into words, even if he was getting better. Learning to let his walls down a little and let Kavinsky and his boys in.
He wasn't expecting the roses, though, and that catches him a little off-guard. Affects him a little bit as he can tell that they're something more than real -- they're black as night, and blooming against green leaves, with obvious thorns. It looked like a real rosebush, not like something dyed or engineered, but like they bloomed like that. And he knew how Kavinsky had done it, of course, but it was still... It was for him, and it caught his breath in his throat for a moment, and he shook his head a little bit wryly at the question.]
Fuck, K. Yeah, yeah I do. C'mon- bring it in the house and I'll find a place for it. I'm sure Swan and Skov can find a way to entertain themselves for a while.
[There's a vaguely suggestive curl of his voice that says that he has an idea of just how they might manage that, but not like he particularly objects. It's just a rosebush, but at the same time, it's more than that. It's something that says Kavinsky sees more of Ronan than he thought he allowed for. He leans in close for a moment, almost like an embrace but not quite- tugging against his shirt with a soft sort of urging.]
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He wasn't expecting the roses, though, and that catches him a little off-guard. Affects him a little bit as he can tell that they're something more than real -- they're black as night, and blooming against green leaves, with obvious thorns. It looked like a real rosebush, not like something dyed or engineered, but like they bloomed like that. And he knew how Kavinsky had done it, of course, but it was still... It was for him, and it caught his breath in his throat for a moment, and he shook his head a little bit wryly at the question.]
Fuck, K. Yeah, yeah I do. C'mon- bring it in the house and I'll find a place for it. I'm sure Swan and Skov can find a way to entertain themselves for a while.
[There's a vaguely suggestive curl of his voice that says that he has an idea of just how they might manage that, but not like he particularly objects. It's just a rosebush, but at the same time, it's more than that. It's something that says Kavinsky sees more of Ronan than he thought he allowed for. He leans in close for a moment, almost like an embrace but not quite- tugging against his shirt with a soft sort of urging.]