Atlantis (Sheppard/McKay, Ronon)
McKay was busy snatching up Ronon’s roots and rolling his dreadlocks with ruthless efficiency when the door chimed.
Sheppard stared at them from the doorway, looking terrified but angry.
McKay huffed, finding another knife and dropping it into the pile, “I’m sure these give you split ends. Sit down, John.” Ronon would regret going back to Teyla’s drawn-out, chatty version of this process.