Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Marvel: Ronan/Babs
[Ronan had spent the last couple of weeks interchangeably riveted and bloody bored, according to the schedule of when Ben was around now that he'd come home. Not that he was about to complain, when he had Ben back and sleeping with him in their bed -- and that on top of classes to attend, and Freki and Geri to take care of -- okay, so maybe it was a little overwhelming. His continuing education classes at SVA didn't adhere to the usual schedule of college courses, so he'd just been getting back into the flux of things when Babs had reappeared on the journals and brought up the idea of a night on the town. And it sounded pretty awesome.
He held his breath as he poked his head through the door in their house that led to the hotel, holding onto the doorframe as he leaned his torso out and peered in the direction of the DC door.] Hey - are you Barbara?
[He raised his eyebrows as he took a step out into the hallway, one hand still hooked onto the edge of the door that led back to Marvel like he was afraid of losing his hold on his own world. A quick up-and-down had him grinning as he took in the screen-printed awesomeness of her shirt.] Love the duds. ['Duds'? God, Ronan, find some chill.] Is that for me? [A jut of his chin towards the tissue-wrapped package in her hands, and he was reaching out to take it from her. If it was his own version of the epic Possum Shirt, then hell yes. This was a great idea. The smile stayed in place as he ducked back through the door that led to his and Ben's bedroom, stepping back so that Babs would have space to come in after him.]
I've got an Uber coming. You need anything? [He felt somewhat dutiful as he shut the hotel door behind them as soon as Babs stepped through and into the bedroom, setting the tissue-wrapped shirt on the bed.] Pregame shot? We have tequila!