Fight me.

[safe_as_life]

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[the_greywaren]

I will gladly beat your ass if you leave the house like that.

[safe_as_life]

It wont even matter, my shirts will cushion me.

[the_greywaren]

Better fucking hope they do.

[safe_as_life]

I'll wear all my pants as well, to protect my ass.

[the_greywaren]

No way, man. This is one time I'm putting my foot down. You are not leaving the house looking like that.

[safe_as_life]

Someone has to make up for all the clothes Kavinsky doesn't wear!

[the_greywaren]

Fucking hell, you prude.

[safe_as_life]

Hey, I'm not a prude. I just know how to be civilized when I have roommates.

[the_greywaren]

It is perfectly fucking civilized. You've been in the locker room right?

Personally I think all these layers are to keep Jane from touching your goods. It's okay to be scared the first time, Gansey.

[safe_as_life]

That is a completely different story! [he laughs, mostly because he really is kidding about this]

Don't be an ass. Wait, who am I kidding.

[the_greywaren]

How is it different!? This is like our own personal, private locker room! Afraid if you see a dick too many times you might turn? [Ronan is completely kidding but he likes getting Gansey going when he can.]

Exactly. Who are you kidding, United Colors of Benetton.

[safe_as_life]

This is our home! We eat here! [He snorts] Oh, yes. I'm suddenly fantasizing about the elegant lines of Adam's face.

It was Noah's idea!

[the_greywaren]

THE KITCHEN IS IN THE BATHROOM! [Ronan grins.] Gansey, sweetheart, the elegant lines of his face....

Low blow blaming the dead kid. You look like this asshole named Chad I use to play tennis against.

[safe_as_life]

...Well. Yes. It is. [He rolls his eyes] I like people with nice aesthetics. There's nothing wrong with that.

Chad? I absolutely do not look like Chad. [Oh, he knows Chad]

[the_greywaren]

[Ronan follows right behind him rolling his eyes.] Aesthetics! You fucking hipster! Tell me, Chad, does everything sound better on vinyl?

[safe_as_life]

Hipster! Oh, yes. Richard Gansey the Third is a hipster. You've found me out. [He pauses, then rubs at his lip] Actually, everything does sound better on vinyl.

[the_greywaren]

Oh. My. God. [Ronan throws a bagel bite at Gansey's head.]

[safe_as_life]

Ronan Lynch! I am not your bird!

[the_greywaren]

How do you know? [He throws another.] Maybe I dreamt you, Chad.

[safe_as_life]

[He catches this one, and eats it] Bee allergies, bad eyesight and insomnia. Why thank you.

[the_greywaren]

Have to make sure my dream things need me. You're welcome.

[safe_as_life]

[He snorts] Ah, I see how it is. Where does the eyesight come in then? And don't call me Chad! I am nothing like Chad.

[the_greywaren]

Tick me off and I'll ground you to the house by taking away your glasses and shit. Dude, in those shirts you look like a Chad. Chad and Buffy sitting in a tree....[He chuckles.] Probably still only holding hands like it's first grade over here.

[safe_as_life]

Then you'd have to wait on me hand and foot. I don't think you'd like that. [he tugs on one of the shirt collars] Oh yes, only you have sexual prowess around here.

[the_greywaren]

You're wearing ten shirts like a bullet proof vest. Of course I'm the only one with game.

[safe_as_life]

It was all Noah!

[the_greywaren]

You suck at changing the subject.

[safe_as_life]

You're my best friend. You should give me that courtesy.

[the_greywaren]

How boring.

[safe_as_life]

It's not like you actually want to hear about it, anyway.

[the_greywaren]

Everyone has fucking opinions about what I want to hear about and how involved I want to be with everyone. It's fucking awesome.

[safe_as_life]

[Gansey puts his hands up] Alright, alright. I'll fill you in with every single detail.

[the_greywaren]

It's not like that either, Gansey. Just fucking forget it.

[safe_as_life]

... Well that deteriorated rather quickly. I was only kidding, Ronan.

[the_greywaren]

Yeah. That happens. Lose the shirts.

[safe_as_life]

I am losing the shirts. [He starts pulling them off, but its hard because he's wearing so many of them] This might take a while.

[the_greywaren]

[Ronan gets out his phone and starts to record.] What we are watching now is a douchebag in his natural environment peeling off his protective Axe soaked cocoon.

[safe_as_life]

[He snorts, trying to yank the shirt over his head, not realizing Ronan is recording yet] The only one who uses Axe around here is your boyfriend.

[the_greywaren]

[He's still recording. This is going on the internet somewhere.] Nah, he's got some expensive ass shit. You forget, he might not wear boat shoes but he's pretty high maintenance.

[safe_as_life]

[He gets caught in one of the shirts, trying to yank his arm out] Well, at least he doesn't let himself go.

[the_greywaren]

I'm still going to fatten him up. Need to sneak sticks of butter into his food somehow. [Ronan laughs at Gansey getting out of his shirt.] Shit man, are you stuck!?

[safe_as_life]

He needs carbohydrates. Some fruit, maybe. [He lets his arms hang, but they're still stuck over his head, then his head peeks back out the top] Are you recording this?!

[the_greywaren]

God, Mom. [Ronan says in his best cheerleader voice. Then he cracks up laughing nodding his head yes.] Hell yeah I am! This is going on the internet. That Instaface, Boobtube, whatever thing that Noah loves.

[leylined]

How are you not dead?

[safe_as_life]

They're very breathable, I'll have you know.

[leylined]

In the arctic?

[safe_as_life]

You never know when I might end up there.