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“I get how you’d be on board with the whole ‘everyone’s an asshole, burn the world down and keep only rich assholes’ program,” Ronan says, “but the orange’s a surprise.”

Gansey frowns, opens his mouth, closes it, like he can’t decide which to defend first, the world or the color orange.

"Rude, man.” Kavinsky tilts his head down to look at him over his red-lensed glasses and gives him finger guns. The great fucking death bird or whatever behind him screeches a similar sentiment. “Hasta la fashion police, motherfuckers.”

“That doesn’t even mean anything,” Gansey says, with some more frowning and concern. “That’s not even French.”

“Tell your BF to shut up if he wants a ticket to stayin’ alive, Lynch.”