Once outside, Ronan holds back to stand with Noah as Cinnamon and Hercules carry on, Cinnamon lowering his head to sniff at the grass like she's considering having breakfast.
Ronan crosses his arms over his chest idly, peering over at Noah as Noah fiddles with the camera.
"So what's the deal?" he asks after a long stretch of Noah's silence. "You were eating some moody fucking cereal in there."
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Date: 2016-09-05 04:02 am (UTC)Ronan crosses his arms over his chest idly, peering over at Noah as Noah fiddles with the camera.
"So what's the deal?" he asks after a long stretch of Noah's silence. "You were eating some moody fucking cereal in there."