zen_en_vert | IC Inbox for Hadriel

my dad said you told him where to find me

so

thanks for that

[Though, frankly, enough things have happened between then and now that that small encounter may have been entirely forgettable. All this time later, it still isn't, to Ronan.]

No trouble. I'm glad he found you in the end.

yeah

anyone on your end show up?

No, actually. Wanda's brother- but I never knew him well.

I met her. Reminds me of the psychics back home.

Did he stay? Some of them stayed.

I don't think so. She might be gone, too. I've been a bit under the weather the last little bit, I need to get back on the grid.

same. ive been shit since the visitors

you need medicine?

No- I'm fine now. Thank you, Ronan. I need to get out of the house. What's going on out there?

not much. parrish and i fought. just rage shit.

thats why i stopped coming by for awhile.

other than that the citys a fuckin island right now. its like from a dream.

I wasn't there either. We had a full compliment of doctors for a bit. Weird to suddenly not be needed. Maybe I should head out & look?

if youre into sand i guess

its not real.

I wonder if the vitamin d is I think I'm getting some kind of seasonal affective nonsense.

shit, its hard not to feel depressed here

thats what drinking is for

but i could probably get you something else. if you wanted

I don't know what I'd get. Echinacea?

what the fuck is that

i was thinking about you joking about pot that one time

Yeah. Okay.

seriously?

i thought youd say no

No. Fuck it. Okay. Somewhere other than the clinic. Tranquility's temple.

hah. im sure hed get a kick out of that

sure. i need a few hours

text when you're on the road.

[The next text, predictably, is sent a few hours later.]

omw

[Bruce heads out too, meets him there not long after, outside the temple gates.]

[Ronan is there waiting, and he lifts an eyebrow toward Bruce as he approaches, before ducking inside of the temple and shoving a hand inside of his jacket, offering Bruce a joint.

It's kind of comical, actually- Ronan, still looking ever the angry rebellious punk adding some light drug dealing to his resume, and Bruce, looking like... well, Bruce.]

I've got a lighter somewhere, hang on.

[He tucks his hands in his pockets and moves to lead him inside, wondering;]

What do you have? Dreamweed?

Brought it back just now. I'm not really a smoker.

[But it's not like he hasn't done it before. Ronan pats down his pockets for the lighter, before finding it and tugging it out.]

And I don't do the fancy shit.

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