RONAN LYNCH + GALE HAWTHORNE
RED BINGO #14 - CHAINSAW MAKES A MESS IN GALE'S ROOM
HG CANON BOMB AND CHILD VICTIMS MENTION | COMPLETE
Ronan kept having to remind himself that he’d missed his bird. His troublemaking, pain in the ass bird. At home, it was easy to let her roam free. She had all of the Barns and all the safety she could need. Here it was trickier. And she was already developing a habit of disappearing on him, only to be found ripping something to shreds that someone probably would prefer stay in one piece.
Case in point, she’d gotten into some mud out by the fishing hole and he’d brought her inside to fill up a sink and help her clean up. She’d wanted none of that shit and flown off down the hall cawing, “Krek!” It was her favorite word for things she didn’t like. Namely, Opal. And apparently surprise baths.
Feeling like an idiot, Ronan followed her down the hall and eventually spotted the muddy clawprints that lead into a room he knew was Gale’s. Sure as shit, Chainsaw had scattered a small trash can's contents and was now happily pecking her way through it. “Come on, jerkface. This isn’t cool.” Ronan reached for her. She squawked and took her prize up onto the bed, muddy feet and all.