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Ron Weasley (weasleyisrking) wrote in wariscoming,

Ron shrugged sheepishly at that. "Yeah. Right. Food shortage and all that. You know how it can get out there in Kansas. It's all rubbish, really." That was all that he had. The fact that Steph had laughed at him in retaliation to his statement left him feeling flustered and moronic at best, but Ron didn't point that out. Instead, he buried his head in the fridge once more for a brief moment before he stepped back and nudged the door shut with a hand. Oddly, Ron couldn't figure out what he wanted to eat. Or even if he wanted to eat at all. Maybe. No. Yes? Of course, yes. But he didn't have to eat. Not quite this second, anyhow. He would though. Ron always did. There were too many knots in his stomach right now for him to focus on eating anything. Maybe it was because of the embarrassment. Ron really did feel like a git for coming out here, after all.

"My face is brilliant, thanks," Ron replied, wincing inwardly at the thought. That stupid Tim boy breaking into his flat without warning, attacking him over a bloody post he'd made. Ron was still set on believing that Tim was like an overgrown child who needed some serious mothering because he couldn't get on in life without someone to whine at, but that was just his opinion. Which, he supposed, was valid considering the fact that the brat couldn't handle a bloke messing around a bit over the internet. Ron leaned back against the fridge and folded his arms over his chest. "So, er...how's the training been? Not that I came here to ask you that. I was wondering is all. And I'm thinking about what I'm going to eat - 'cause, yeah, that's what I'm here for. It'll just take a second for me to figure out so..." So, obviously, Ron needed to stop talking. He cleared his throat and looked the other way. "The weather is nice."