Re: Ben/Ronan
Ben didn't now how all those big words had fit together to mean that, but he just shrugged, accepting that Ronan was right. "Much. Everyone should be afraid of me. I might be small, but I'm sneaky and devious." He was completely serious for about two seconds, before he was laughing again, hanging on Ronan weakly.
"The little blond kid, he hung around for awhile but he and Dylan broke up before Christmas. Something about the curse I think, but fuck if I know," he said, before focusing on the important part of this conversation. "What the fuck is a nargle anyway? Some sort of t-shirt fetish creature? Or maybe something that feeds off of horny men, and increases it's feeding grounds by stealing shirts?" It was a very important question right now. Nothing had seemed so important before.
He beamed at Ronan, knowing there was a lot more to the Me too than Ronan was saying out loud. "Good because if you didn't, I'd have to really hurt you," he teased, rubbing his hand in a firm circle. "I like this much better."