[Ronan gives Cassidy a sly smile. Sometimes this vampire reminds Ronan of his father. But in that question, Ronan remembers how different he really is from Niall Lynch.]
"Because I want it to" isn't any less infuriating an answer. I told it to work like that, so it works.
[Ronan stops to open a door, leading the way into the home theater. It's one of the few rooms that have no windows at all, but a lot of very comfortable seating for two drunks.]
[Oh, now this is a room he could get used to, his umbrella cast aside at the door as he goes to throw himself across the seating. He sprawls and stretches as he tries to wriggle in a Cass shaped dip into the cushions, like he's already settling in for the night.]
I'm not even gonna pretend I got a clue what you're goin' on about half the time. You're a strange lad.
Mate, in this world, every feckin' thing is hard to understand. I rather just let shite happen and see where it takes me, makes life a whole lot easier.
[There's not exactly much "decent" in that bag, but there's a selection of whiskey, rum, vodka and brandy (plus perhaps a few others) for choosing. There's one bottle in there that looks like it might be worth something; a thirteen year Irish whiskey, but considering everything else it's alongside, it was probably stolen borrowed from someone else. Cassidy can't afford expensive alcohol with his usual drinking pace.]
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That's not an answer, lad. Th-that's a fortune cookie quote at best. Go on, get outta here with that bollocks, y'edgy little shite.
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"Because I want it to" isn't any less infuriating an answer. I told it to work like that, so it works.
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[Ronan stops to open a door, leading the way into the home theater. It's one of the few rooms that have no windows at all, but a lot of very comfortable seating for two drunks.]
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I'm not even gonna pretend I got a clue what you're goin' on about half the time. You're a strange lad.
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The simple stuff's harder to understand than the complicated stuff, huh.
[He claims the seat beside Cassidy and sets down the bag to rifle through it for a decent bottle.]
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[There's not exactly much "decent" in that bag, but there's a selection of whiskey, rum, vodka and brandy (plus perhaps a few others) for choosing. There's one bottle in there that looks like it might be worth something; a thirteen year Irish whiskey, but considering everything else it's alongside, it was probably
stolenborrowed from someone else. Cassidy can't afford expensive alcohol with his usual drinking pace.]