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@frstbvrn
kit was his most surprising acquaintance/friend to date. in short the two were scary similar and sometimes kit was just plain scary. despite this, ronan couldn’t hide the fondness he felt for the other. a strange fondness that went hand in hand with their strange bond. over the years, they’d studied together or just simply sat in silence and did their own bits. today ronan was overflowing with energy, bursting out the seams and he wanted to do something. something fun, something magicky and there was no one else his mind went to. in moments like this he didn’t think much, simply squeezed past people until he found the redhead he was looking for. ‘kit! kitty, hi. come fuck shit up with me? let’s do something reckless and fun!’ he said with an excited laugh, holding his hands in front of his face incase she was about to hit him.
@solismortem
It was bound to happen sooner or later. But it wasn’t as Rowan expected. This was not their first time in a cell, but the last time had been on a school trip and the nice policewoman had taken a picture of Rowan in handcuffs in the cell: their parents had a copy of that photograph (Rowan hated it -they had a bowl cut) framed and on the mantelpiece at home. Their big grin juxtaposed their surroundings. Now, though, they were in a real cell.
Just in shorts and a t-shirt, they shivered. They’d lost their jacket earlier, and hadn’t been offered anything to help, so they sat with their knees up childishly and put their tongue between their teeth to stop them chattering audibly. Rowan was in this cell for drunk and disorderly behaviour but (possibly for the first evening this week) they hadn’t been high or drunk or anything. They’d just been sleepy and their cataplexy had made them collapse in front of a police officer.
So Rowan had been hauled in to be tested for alcohol content in their blood, but they had been busy and shoved them in a cell until they had time. They suspected they would be left here all night then let go in the morning. Worse things could have been done, and they supposed they were glad it hadn’t been worse. All the same. They were cold.
It was then that they heard footsteps and then saw an officer shepherding a young man along with him. A handsome white guy with facial hair. The door was opened and he was told to sit, and then he was abandoned. Rowan eyed him carefully for a moment, then asked, with a light-hearted tone, “What’re you in for, then?”