[ It's amazing how someone as scrawny as Kavinsky -- with his cokehead build and his barely average height -- can make Ronan feel a thousand times smaller than he is and it's even more amazing just how much in infuriates Ronan. His blood running hot for an entirely different reason now and as much as he wants to reach over and beat Kavinsky's face in until he can't recognize him, he's not going to give the boy the satisfaction of hanging around any longer.
If this is the game that Kavinsky wants to play, Ronan will go right along with it. He's never been one to turn down a challenge, and even less has he ever turned down one from Kavinsky. (Ronan hates admitting it, even to himself, but Kavinsky's right, they really were made for one another. One in the same. Two halves of the same whole. Two dreamers and everyone else in the world merely slept.)
Ronan turns on his heels rather than replying, all but storming across the room to the front door and slamming it behind him as he leaves. He doesn't make it more than a short distance away before he leaned over emptying the contents of his stomach into the sand. ]
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If this is the game that Kavinsky wants to play, Ronan will go right along with it. He's never been one to turn down a challenge, and even less has he ever turned down one from Kavinsky. (Ronan hates admitting it, even to himself, but Kavinsky's right, they really were made for one another. One in the same. Two halves of the same whole. Two dreamers and everyone else in the world merely slept.)
Ronan turns on his heels rather than replying, all but storming across the room to the front door and slamming it behind him as he leaves. He doesn't make it more than a short distance away before he leaned over emptying the contents of his stomach into the sand. ]