[Kavinsky was drunk, autocorrect was for losers, and he literally could have just gone and found Ronan to have an in-person conversation, but then he'd have to leave the bathtub.]
kif we were homne I'd be putting the fniishing touches on planning pa halloween party fuck if I wasn't
fuck it let's play a game tell wme somkething I don't know about you i'll return tshe favor
what do you wanna know? if we're gonna play I oughta at least give you interesting answers.
I can grab a bottle or something and join you?
[He's not quite sure if Kavinsky wants to be alone and drunk in the bathtub, and he's not sure if he wants to let him indulge if he does, to be honest.]
fuck man i d'nobt kndow what's the first thing yjou can remember dreaming up? or why is it alwayhs birds with you?
dunno if ijt'd be comortafble
[He should probably be convinced to leave the bath though--the water wasn't even hot anymore and there was a crick in his neck. Not to mention that being drunk in the bath was potentially dangerous. Especially when he was still drinking.]
the bird thing is easy- I've always wanted to fly for as long as I can remember. wings. light. to not have to touch the ground.
I actually dreamt myself wings once. shitty ones just for gliding a bit.
[Ronan is very aware that being drunk in the bath is potentially dangerous. On the one hand, they've both done worse, stupider things. On the other hand, he can't keep himself from worrying, especially given the sense he has of the other boy's mood. So he ends up leaning in the doorway, even if he texts back his reply.]
true. but our bed's way more comfortable. and warmer.
[Kavinsky started to text back, then looked up when he realized Ronan was right there. He looked down at his phone, then back up, then repeated the process. Finally, he stretched his arm over the side of the tub to put his phone down on the floor and pick up the bottle of beer next to it, taking a swig.]
You might be onto something. But the bed's only warmer if you're there.
[Nonetheless, he sat up, leaning over to pull up the drain stopper before heaving himself out of the tub. Narrowly avoiding stepping on his phone or kicking over the beer, he reached for a towel he'd set on the counter to start drying off.]
[He smiles a little lopsidedly, and refrains from pointing out that Kavinsky is the one with the fire gem, the one that's always all fire and heat. He shoves his phone in his back pocket, holds a hand out to his boyfriend as he watches him. Ronan can't help the way that his blue eyes skim the lines of his body, and typically that might have been tinged with heat or desire, but right now it's just affection. Just comfort, even if he isn't entirely sure which of them it's for.
So he's just watching him with his glacier blue eyes instead of his fingertips. Kavinsky's always gorgeous, and the brief sheen of water on his skin doesn't hurt. It's a weird night for Ronan too, this close to twenty.]
We can still play your game, if you want to.
[He sort of wants to tell him they should start planning a New Years party like he would have back home, but he knows that's not really the problem. But Ronan does miss the warehouse fires and the substance parties, even if he doesn't quite know how to say that. Maybe they can figure it out later.]
[Sure, Kavinsky might have been a Ruby, but beds were always colder when they lacked someone you loved.
He eyed Ronan's hand, but didn't reach out to him until he was dried off and had draped the towel over the shower curtain rod. He didn't have any clothes in the bathroom to change into, but he'd get a pair of boxers once they were in the bedroom. He had no modesty, no shame, but it wasn't like Ronan hadn't seen him naked before.
Leaving his phone on the floor, he snagged his beer and then took Ronan's hand.]
Yeah. That'd be good.
[It wasn't really a game, but framing it as such made it feel less serious than 'I want to know more about you', less pressure. Kavinsky didn't just want to be Ronan's boyfriend; he wanted to be his friend. He wanted to know things, to be able to share more than just dog jokes and collars.]
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text | un: thief | Oct 30th
kif we were homne I'd be putting the fniishing touches on planning pa halloween party
fuck
if I wasn't
fuck it
let's play a game
tell wme somkething I don't know about you
i'll return tshe favor
no subject
if we're gonna play
I oughta at least give you interesting answers.
I can grab a bottle
or something
and join you?
[He's not quite sure if Kavinsky wants to be alone and drunk in the bathtub, and he's not sure if he wants to let him indulge if he does, to be honest.]
no subject
i d'nobt kndow
what's the first thing yjou can remember dreaming up?
or
why is it alwayhs birds with you?
dunno if ijt'd be comortafble
[He should probably be convinced to leave the bath though--the water wasn't even hot anymore and there was a crick in his neck. Not to mention that being drunk in the bath was potentially dangerous. Especially when he was still drinking.]
no subject
I've always wanted to fly
for as long as I can remember.
wings. light. to not have to touch the ground.
I actually dreamt myself wings once.
shitty ones just for gliding a bit.
[Ronan is very aware that being drunk in the bath is potentially dangerous. On the one hand, they've both done worse, stupider things. On the other hand, he can't keep himself from worrying, especially given the sense he has of the other boy's mood. So he ends up leaning in the doorway, even if he texts back his reply.]
true.
but our bed's way more comfortable.
and warmer.
no subject
You might be onto something. But the bed's only warmer if you're there.
[Nonetheless, he sat up, leaning over to pull up the drain stopper before heaving himself out of the tub. Narrowly avoiding stepping on his phone or kicking over the beer, he reached for a towel he'd set on the counter to start drying off.]
no subject
[He smiles a little lopsidedly, and refrains from pointing out that Kavinsky is the one with the fire gem, the one that's always all fire and heat. He shoves his phone in his back pocket, holds a hand out to his boyfriend as he watches him. Ronan can't help the way that his blue eyes skim the lines of his body, and typically that might have been tinged with heat or desire, but right now it's just affection. Just comfort, even if he isn't entirely sure which of them it's for.
So he's just watching him with his glacier blue eyes instead of his fingertips. Kavinsky's always gorgeous, and the brief sheen of water on his skin doesn't hurt. It's a weird night for Ronan too, this close to twenty.]
We can still play your game, if you want to.
[He sort of wants to tell him they should start planning a New Years party like he would have back home, but he knows that's not really the problem. But Ronan does miss the warehouse fires and the substance parties, even if he doesn't quite know how to say that. Maybe they can figure it out later.]
no subject
[Sure, Kavinsky might have been a Ruby, but beds were always colder when they lacked someone you loved.
He eyed Ronan's hand, but didn't reach out to him until he was dried off and had draped the towel over the shower curtain rod. He didn't have any clothes in the bathroom to change into, but he'd get a pair of boxers once they were in the bedroom. He had no modesty, no shame, but it wasn't like Ronan hadn't seen him naked before.
Leaving his phone on the floor, he snagged his beer and then took Ronan's hand.]
Yeah. That'd be good.
[It wasn't really a game, but framing it as such made it feel less serious than 'I want to know more about you', less pressure. Kavinsky didn't just want to be Ronan's boyfriend; he wanted to be his friend. He wanted to know things, to be able to share more than just dog jokes and collars.]