Fight me.

[safe_as_life]

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[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.