Fuck off, [ Ronan replies as the robot mentions whatever lounge, already leaning back in; he feels like they've spent too much time wasting it, already, and they have so much to catch up on. His own hands are around Adam's waist, pressing against the small of his back, and he uses the position to tilt Adam closer again.
And then Chainsawd swoops down from the rafters she'd been hanging out on, on Ronan's shoulders, and squeaks in his ear. ]
Your presence is requested at the Atrium Lounge.
[ Ronan lets out a growl, right against Adam's lips. ] What the fuck.
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And then Chainsawd swoops down from the rafters she'd been hanging out on, on Ronan's shoulders, and squeaks in his ear. ]
Your presence is requested at the Atrium Lounge.
[ Ronan lets out a growl, right against Adam's lips. ] What the fuck.
[ Chainsawd starts pecking at his cheek. ]