[ Cisco mutters, quietly enough that Ronan might not even hear: ]
Must have a different definition of masterpiece in your world...
[ But then Ronan is snapping, giving himself a beat, and Cisco hushes up. He does his best to stay still, and not to appear like he is listening. Of course, he is, but he doesn't want to stare and throw Ronan off. So he pretends that the cage is suddenly fascinating, and only catches glances of Ronan as he sings out of the corners of his eyes.
The song is absolutely not what he'd been expecting. Something traditional, clearly, and something that Ronan knows well. This is obviously a song he's sung before, and more than just once or twice. Really, perhaps it shouldn't surprise him. Ronan has always seemed like a jumble of parts that don't fit well together. This is just another one of those strange components that add up to make Ronan.
As soon as the ton sound and the door opens, Cisco scrambles to reach in with one arm and scoop the wayward pokemon out. He hugs the thing to his chest, not wanting to take any chances that it would run off again, or that the door would shut once more before it got out on its own. Then, awkwardly, since he only has one hand free, he starts to make his way down the tree, toward Ronan. ]
Thank fuck! You oughta put a tracker in this guy. Case there's a next time.
[ He knows he probably shouldn't say anything, that even praise will likely earn him a scowl. But not saying anything feels disingenuous. So he asks, as he's handing Hypnopompia over: ]
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Must have a different definition of masterpiece in your world...
[ But then Ronan is snapping, giving himself a beat, and Cisco hushes up. He does his best to stay still, and not to appear like he is listening. Of course, he is, but he doesn't want to stare and throw Ronan off. So he pretends that the cage is suddenly fascinating, and only catches glances of Ronan as he sings out of the corners of his eyes.
The song is absolutely not what he'd been expecting. Something traditional, clearly, and something that Ronan knows well. This is obviously a song he's sung before, and more than just once or twice. Really, perhaps it shouldn't surprise him. Ronan has always seemed like a jumble of parts that don't fit well together. This is just another one of those strange components that add up to make Ronan.
As soon as the ton sound and the door opens, Cisco scrambles to reach in with one arm and scoop the wayward pokemon out. He hugs the thing to his chest, not wanting to take any chances that it would run off again, or that the door would shut once more before it got out on its own. Then, awkwardly, since he only has one hand free, he starts to make his way down the tree, toward Ronan. ]
Thank fuck! You oughta put a tracker in this guy. Case there's a next time.
[ He knows he probably shouldn't say anything, that even praise will likely earn him a scowl. But not saying anything feels disingenuous. So he asks, as he's handing Hypnopompia over: ]
What's the name of that song?