[ Ronan actually rolls over in his bed to peek out of a nearby window, trying to see if he can catch sight of the blaze from. He's not exactly sure how far Kavinsky's house is from his own -- the time that he'd found himself there in the middle of the night, he hadn't paid much attention to just how far of a distance it was from his own home.
But, there's nothing more than the dark night sky, stars twinkling overhead and the dull lights of the strip a short distance away. If the blaze of Kavinsky's house was visible, it seemed like just another neon light in a sea of many.
The response earns a snort of laughter as he rolls back over onto his back, one arm folded under his head as he struggles to text with only one hand --he's not exactly as skilled in the art of is as most 21 year-olds. Ronan and technology were never really on the same page. ]
it's almost like you had a conscience for a second. i'm touched.
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But, there's nothing more than the dark night sky, stars twinkling overhead and the dull lights of the strip a short distance away. If the blaze of Kavinsky's house was visible, it seemed like just another neon light in a sea of many.
The response earns a snort of laughter as he rolls back over onto his back, one arm folded under his head as he struggles to text with only one hand --he's not exactly as skilled in the art of is as most 21 year-olds. Ronan and technology were never really on the same page. ]
it's almost like you had a conscience for a second.
i'm touched.