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[obedientdog]

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monogamy with benefits verse;

[threesecrets]

hey
you wanna hang out?
i can bring ninos to you guys' dorm

[This was a little unusual for Ronan. Not that he'd never hung out with Skov and Swan, or even brought pizza, but such acts were usually impulsive, spur of the moment. This was intentional, although Ronan admittedly had some vague intentions here, as well. Namely, actually talking to Skov. It might be one of his least favorite things in the world, but Skov at least deserved a conversation, even if Ronan was fucking terrible at them.]

and i apologized to k for being an asshole
so you dont have to punch me either

unless you want to

/nyooms

[obedientdog]

[Skov was suspicious. He hadn't really heard from Ronan since the whole...thing...with Kavinsky, and now he wanted to hang out? The thing was though, Skov couldn't figure out why he was suspicious. What could Ronan want?

So he just laid there on his bed, squinting at his phone for a long minute like it could fork over some answers if he stared long enough.]

yeah okay
no pineapple on that pizza or ur a traitor tho

[It was relevant because Swan loved pineapple on pizza. Skov, on the other hand, felt it was an abomination.]

and i wont punch you

:eyessssss:

[threesecrets]

just pepperoni and sausage?
swan can deal if he wants some

im never a traitor

[Ronan didn't know if Swan was around. He was sort of hoping that it was just Skov, though he figured he'd have to talk to Swan at some point about this stuff. But Ronan had always leaned towards Skov, since they felt kind of like odd mirrors of each other sometimes. So he was doing his best to talk himself through the idea that he was still going to try and talk, even if the other also unfairly hot boy happened to be hanging around.]

fighting with you isnt a bad thing most the time

[It wasn't quite flirting. But it wasn't not flirting, either. It was an attempt at what they'd had before, casual and easy. When he'd loved Kavinsky without feeling like he needed to be good enough for labels, to put a name on it. He liked having a name for them, though. Gansey hadn't been as impressed, but it made Ronan smile every time he turned the thought over in his head.

He idly flicked over to K's message window and sent him a 🥰 without any text before swapping back. Just because he wanted to be less of a ghost, less like he was only around on his own mercurial schedule. He wanted K to feel wanted even when they weren't together, even if it meant hating his phone slightly less.

And it feels better, knowing that this is okay, that his attraction to Skov hadn't actually been wrong. As long as Kavinsky was the one that meant the world to him, whatever weird thing he had for Skov could still be- whatever it was. He just had to figure out what that actually was.]

[obedientdog]

yea that sounds good
swan's out rn anyway

[And he'd be back at...some point. He'd been vague about timelines and Skov hadn't pried that much. Swan was allowed to go out and do whatever he wanted, of course.]

its not?

[Skov wasn't sure if he should consider it flirting or not. Honestly, it sort of came across as masochism which, you know, Skov could totally understand.

Kavinsky, on the other hand, wasn't usually much of an emoji-type person, but he was charmed by Ronan's out-of-the-blue text. He replied with a ❤️‍🔥 because there wasn't really much other way to express how Ronan made him burn for him. Passionately.]

[threesecrets]

ill be there soon

and nah. i mean. sometimes i dont pick fights cause im angry.
sometimes i just need to feel it?
and youre- better than some asshole when its real.

[Which was to say that it was both masochism and flirting. Not that Ronan expresses that gracefully, but he's also never discussed kink with anyone who wasn't Kavinsky, and the other dreamer basically had a PhD in decoding Ronan's sullen silences, which didn't translate well over text. But the truth was there was a thrill there with Skov that wasn't with other boys.

And Skov was lovely when he was bruised and dangerous too; teeth flashing like he'd bite your neck. A reminder that as soft as he could be, he was a wild thing too. They were different breeds of dogs.

Ronan kept up the emoji texts, grinning at his phone like an idiot as he ordered the pizza at Nino's even as the conversation devolved from hearts into sexual suggestion: sparkles paired to a peach and eggplant, or lips and sweatdrops and other things. They were teenage boys, after all. But once the pizza was ready he ended with: gonna try and talk to skov wish me luck.]

[obedientdog]

kay
oh! i get it
i feel the same

[Skov was well acquainted with fighting for the feeling of it, fists hitting skin, the scuffling and bruises and scrapes. Sometimes, it was the only thing that made him feel alive.

Kavinsky, on the other hand, was as delighted by the subject of their texting as he was with the fact he was getting Ronan's attention. He replied with: good luck. he's easy to talk to, tho]