Time for a cigarette break - OTA
Ric had been and pestered (poor) Victor, taking him some clean clothing and then spending the next hour going on and on and on about how he had finally sorted things out with Martini and what had been going on in camp. Considering how impatient the feral could be, it was impressive that he had managed to put up with about ten minutes of Ric going on before he started to threaten the 'poor excuse of a taco vendors' life. Ric had then pointed out that he'd had his ass royally served to him by Logan all because of Victor, so the least that he could do was put up with Ric talking about his relationships for a while.
After having the food dish thrown at him for the third time Ric had shut up and taken the hint to leave.
Leaning against the wall outside the main compound, Ric smoked his second cigarette, wondering if he should cover the penis doodle that Victor had scribbled onto the cast when Ric had poked his arm through the bars with a pen. The large feral had take great pleasure in drawing that and an ass right beneath it.... the jerk.
He wondered where Martini was, he had sensibly scribbled a note explaining where he was going, just incase his boyfriend should wonder. There was still lots that they needed to sort out but Ric was going to make an effort, an effort to trust Martini, not be quite so over protective and not be such an idiot all the time.
There was so much that Ric really needed to do, he needed to thank John, check in on Mercy, thank Rogue for putting up with him, see if Jamie had gotten any better with his cooking skills and not to mention find Emma and see if she was alright; he hadn't found her yet to see how she was dealing with this whole fiasco.
Flicking the ash from his cigarette to the ground Ric relaxed against the wall and smiled, despite all that he felt pretty darn good.
After having the food dish thrown at him for the third time Ric had shut up and taken the hint to leave.
Leaning against the wall outside the main compound, Ric smoked his second cigarette, wondering if he should cover the penis doodle that Victor had scribbled onto the cast when Ric had poked his arm through the bars with a pen. The large feral had take great pleasure in drawing that and an ass right beneath it.... the jerk.
He wondered where Martini was, he had sensibly scribbled a note explaining where he was going, just incase his boyfriend should wonder. There was still lots that they needed to sort out but Ric was going to make an effort, an effort to trust Martini, not be quite so over protective and not be such an idiot all the time.
There was so much that Ric really needed to do, he needed to thank John, check in on Mercy, thank Rogue for putting up with him, see if Jamie had gotten any better with his cooking skills and not to mention find Emma and see if she was alright; he hadn't found her yet to see how she was dealing with this whole fiasco.
Flicking the ash from his cigarette to the ground Ric relaxed against the wall and smiled, despite all that he felt pretty darn good.