Ronan finally checks who he's been texting and squints at the series of numbers. Oh hell. He's swapped the last two numbers and has been texting weird shit to a random person.
A normal person would probably just text someone via the contacts. Ronan actually types the phone numbers in every time because he has an eidetic memory and also no idea how to use technology. Occasionally, you're 17 but you just have boomer energy when confronted with technology.]
Fuck, sorry.
[That seems like the end of it except, like five minutes later:]
Did you look that up just to fuck with me? The verse.
[What are the chances that he randomly texts someone and they know Latin well enough to text insulting poetry back? Like, yeah. Everyone at Aglionby takes Latin, but there's only a handful of them who actually pay enough attention to have understood what Ronan sent in the first place.]
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Ronan finally checks who he's been texting and squints at the series of numbers. Oh hell. He's swapped the last two numbers and has been texting weird shit to a random person.
A normal person would probably just text someone via the contacts. Ronan actually types the phone numbers in every time because he has an eidetic memory and also no idea how to use technology. Occasionally, you're 17 but you just have boomer energy when confronted with technology.]
Fuck, sorry.
[That seems like the end of it except, like five minutes later:]
Did you look that up just to fuck with me? The verse.
[What are the chances that he randomly texts someone and they know Latin well enough to text insulting poetry back? Like, yeah. Everyone at Aglionby takes Latin, but there's only a handful of them who actually pay enough attention to have understood what Ronan sent in the first place.]