hadriel | Audio. 03

[There's a long scuffle after the post switches on. Some heavy breathing may or may not be involved, the shifting of fabric- blankets, maybe?- across skin. Unfortunately for any voyeurs out there, it's not the sound of anything uncouth happening, but rather the grunts and scrapes of a struggle.]

-shit. [Definitely Ronan's voice, slightly far off. The audio goes muffled as something wraps over the speaker, before the phone of sorts gets tossed up, closer to his face.]

Fuck's sake. [It's on and it's near enough that he can talk into it. That's all that really matters. On the other hand...]

Hello? Look- if anyone can just- fuckin-

[He grunts again, half frustrated, half embarrassed.]

If you know where we live, come- give me a hand or whatever. Parrish lost his fucking mind and I can't- [a long creak, of wood and leather straining against one another] -ow, fuck.