[Cisco barely has to take a step before Ronan scoops Hypnopompia out of his arms. The pokemon rests happily against his chest, ignorant of how much trouble he's caused.]
You little shit. I'm sticking a tracker up your ass.
[He glances up at Cisco, then back down at Hypnopompia until he finally gets him into a secure and comfortable position.]
The Minstrel Boy. Never heard it before?
[Spoken as if it were standard for people to hear traditional Irish songs so of course Ronan knows that one. Who wouldn't? It's not like Cisco's been to his world to know the difference. For all he knows, Murder Squash really is a masterpiece and maybe Ronan really can get away with not looking like a nerd.
Ronan adjusts his own posture so his shoulders are back and his head is ever slightly tilted. He's going for his standard 'I don't care' look but he's more of a musician than an actor. His effort just comes across as forced.]
no subject
You little shit. I'm sticking a tracker up your ass.
[He glances up at Cisco, then back down at Hypnopompia until he finally gets him into a secure and comfortable position.]
The Minstrel Boy. Never heard it before?
[Spoken as if it were standard for people to hear traditional Irish songs so of course Ronan knows that one. Who wouldn't? It's not like Cisco's been to his world to know the difference. For all he knows, Murder Squash really is a masterpiece and maybe Ronan really can get away with not looking like a nerd.
Ronan adjusts his own posture so his shoulders are back and his head is ever slightly tilted. He's going for his standard 'I don't care' look but he's more of a musician than an actor. His effort just comes across as forced.]