Touya prefers relationship irl over online ones because to her, even though she knows that there is probably a real person behind the screen—she's still very wary of if there is actually anyone there or not and it just feels fake to her like she's interacting with no one
to my own surprise, i am still on my soft (horror) magical au nonsense. yes, this is icemav so ofc let me bring in slider into the mix instead
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“What are you?,” Goose demands, waiting until Carole clears the room before finally rounding on Ron. Who, of course, doesn’t even have the decency to look the slightest bit ruffled as Goose stalks towards him. No, instead Ron looks perfectly at ease - standing before the window, watching as the flurries madly sweep by.
Asshole.
“What do you mean?,” he asks and already Ron sounds so bored with the conversation, barely acknowledging Goose’s presence with the slightest tilt of his head. But that’s how it had always been with Ron - from the moment he and Maverick had first met him. There was this irreverence to him that had always grated at his nerves. As if he were skating a thin line between politeness and open mockery.
Carole had always laughed with a little shake of her head whenever he’d complained about Tom’s associate, amusement clear in her eyes as she blamed his southern sensibilities for his irritation but he knew a diversion tactic when he saw one. Especially one launched by his lovely wife.
“What do I mean?,” he echoes, grabbing Ron by the arm and whirling him around, forcing him to meet his gaze head on. “Are you… are you kidding me right now? All of this!,” and Goose throws his arms out, as if that was enough to encompass everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. As if it was enough to encompass the fear clawing at his throat at the sight of Mav laying bloodless and prone on the bed while Tom was simply gone.
“What answer could you possibly have to explain any of this?,” he demands, practically yelling as the frustration rises like bile in the back of his throat. All around him the chattering grows louder, the words forming an unknown melody that tears at his patience, making his head pound.
“Just –,” and Goose wants to scream, he wants to grab Ron by the shoulders and shake the answers out of him; anything to get him to react.
