[It's the simplicity of being welcomed by things from Ronan's mind that makes him swell. He turns, slightly, strokes the feathers near Chainsaw's beak, and turns to grab the strainer from the cabinet.
He takes a moment to drain the water, turning Ronan's words over in his mind. Looking for an explanation for these winged invaders.] Stressed.
[It's half a question, half a statement. Ronan has a lot on his plate even without having to worry about finishing school. All this land to take care of, Declan breathing down his neck and daring him to step an inch out of line... It would be stressful for anyone, but this is Ronan Lynch. Ronan Lynch who hummed with magic and other-ness and whose stress could release chaos onto the world as they know it.
Or just chaos onto this house, as it were.
And so Adam attempts to find a solution, as he so often does.]
Do you have anything we could feed them? Since they're hungry. Maybe we could lure them away. [Pied Pipers of the modern age. Though they'd have to stay within the property line. Regardless. It was an idea.
He finishes making his lunch, spoons some into a bowl. God, he really is starving. His stomach growls as he spears a macaroni noodle with his fork.]
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He takes a moment to drain the water, turning Ronan's words over in his mind. Looking for an explanation for these winged invaders.] Stressed.
[It's half a question, half a statement. Ronan has a lot on his plate even without having to worry about finishing school. All this land to take care of, Declan breathing down his neck and daring him to step an inch out of line... It would be stressful for anyone, but this is Ronan Lynch. Ronan Lynch who hummed with magic and other-ness and whose stress could release chaos onto the world as they know it.
Or just chaos onto this house, as it were.
And so Adam attempts to find a solution, as he so often does.]
Do you have anything we could feed them? Since they're hungry. Maybe we could lure them away. [Pied Pipers of the modern age. Though they'd have to stay within the property line. Regardless. It was an idea.
He finishes making his lunch, spoons some into a bowl. God, he really is starving. His stomach growls as he spears a macaroni noodle with his fork.]