[And he's- shirtless, but at least he's wearing his pajama pants, even if his legs are all tangled up in the sheets. Their house is a house that two teenage boys live in and so it's not exactly clean, their room even less so.
Sharon has never been in their room before. There are reasons beyond just the social norm factor- reasons like the things that Ronan takes out of his head on an almost-nightly basis. There's a sculpture made of broken glass and paperclips over near the wall, a strange and foreign string instrument propped up on the dresser, an ornate dreamcatcher hanging from the ceiling, Chainsaw's cage of course- a single boot, a wicked-looking blade, a snowglobe that matches the one he gave Sharon so long ago, a handful of human teeth inside of a small jar. Dozens and dozens of things, overflowing almost every surface, and while it looks like there was originally an attempt to clean up somewhere, somehow, the items just kept multiplying until there was just no way to keep control of it all. It's like walking into some kind of antique pawn shop, fattened and bursting at the seams with just- everything.
The floor is at least cleared off for ease of movement and the room itself is easy to move through, as long as you're not going for any of the objects stacked and falling over one another on the insufficient shelving.]
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[He scoffs.]
Just hurry, okay? My arms are going numb.
[And he's- shirtless, but at least he's wearing his pajama pants, even if his legs are all tangled up in the sheets. Their house is a house that two teenage boys live in and so it's not exactly clean, their room even less so.
Sharon has never been in their room before. There are reasons beyond just the social norm factor- reasons like the things that Ronan takes out of his head on an almost-nightly basis. There's a sculpture made of broken glass and paperclips over near the wall, a strange and foreign string instrument propped up on the dresser, an ornate dreamcatcher hanging from the ceiling, Chainsaw's cage of course- a single boot, a wicked-looking blade, a snowglobe that matches the one he gave Sharon so long ago, a handful of human teeth inside of a small jar. Dozens and dozens of things, overflowing almost every surface, and while it looks like there was originally an attempt to clean up somewhere, somehow, the items just kept multiplying until there was just no way to keep control of it all. It's like walking into some kind of antique pawn shop, fattened and bursting at the seams with just- everything.
The floor is at least cleared off for ease of movement and the room itself is easy to move through, as long as you're not going for any of the objects stacked and falling over one another on the insufficient shelving.]