Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in repose,
Élan/Ronan: Registration
Upon receiving the invitation to the egg hunt and the assignation of a name that he didn’t even recognize from the forums to be his partner, Ronan had made up his mind to try this new tactic of optimism. Instead of tending towards his natural inclination of getting wound up tight with stress like a steel coil, letting it render him rigid and anxious and miserable. It was just innocent fun, just eggs, not the end of the world. Except that it came so soon after the… whatever it was, with the doors locking and Ben’s sudden illness, Ben who never got sick, like ever. Not even enough to get the sniffles, never mind cancelling classes, whereas Ronan was the one with the shit immune system who seemed to fall ill two or three times a winter and at least once in the warmer months, too. (He was working with a theory that it had something to do with the extrasensory perception business, but who could know for sure?)
So that was more or less a guarantee that the last… whatever it was, was because of spirit activity, or something similar that would affect a medium more than another. Alright? So… so it was a little too soon for comfort, and Ronan had immediately been struck by the urge to rip the invitation up, try to find a way to back out of it. Had taken some serious efforts on Ben’s part to be talked down from the gallows assumption of doom and gloom, to be comforted with bloody yoga breathing into some sense of reassurance that it would be okay. Just innocent fun, not the end of the world again.
So, okay. He was cool. Cucumber-esque, really. Ben had sent him off to a shift at the diner with a kiss to the temple and a promise to meet back at the registration table when the night was over, and to keep their phones on them at all times. So, okay. Cucumbers. Ronan had made the short walk over to the hunting grounds after work and was trying hard not to be too fidgety as he hovered around the refreshment table. Trying even harder not to flinch as so many overlapping voices filled his head, wide-open as he was in his agitated state. Telling himself to relax already, doing more bloody yoga breathing while he looked around for an ‘Élan’.