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Ronon was feeling less than spry today. After his bad night with the terminator, and a less than comfortable bed to sleep on, he was feeling downright exhausted. He had almost wanted to avoid the Compound all together in case that terminator guy and that weird cat thing were roaming around again, but hunger, for the most part, won out. As it usually did.
Entering the Compound and heading into the kitchen, Ronon made no attempt to acknowledge anyone he passed. They didn’t know him, he didn’t know them, and it was probably better just to leave it that way. That was pretty much the way it had been on Atlantis, though Ronon did interact with Sheppard’s military guys from time to time. Mostly to beat their asses at sparring, but still.
Passing the counter, Ronon grabbed whatever food he saw, cookies or something, and stuffed them into his mouth. Chewing a mouthful, he grabbed the refrigerator handle and ripped the fridge door open, peering inside. If there was one thing Ronon appreciated about the island it was that the kitchen was always stocked. Something he was sure Mckay enjoyed as well. Ronon briefly considered the idea of putting a lemon under Mckay’s pillow just for the freak out, and inspected the refrigerator’s contents. Juice, some cake thing, more fruit, a severed meat chunk... Great.
Grabbing a rather large pitcher of orange juice that was probably meant for more than one person, Ronon straightened and pushed the refrigerator door shut. He then leaned back against it and took a big gulp from the pitcher as he watched people shuffle in and out. If anyone wanted in the fridge, they were just going to have to wait.
[ooc: Ronon probably won't cap you. Just a bit tired thx. Open to anyone who's willing to gently prod him into conversation.]
Entering the Compound and heading into the kitchen, Ronon made no attempt to acknowledge anyone he passed. They didn’t know him, he didn’t know them, and it was probably better just to leave it that way. That was pretty much the way it had been on Atlantis, though Ronon did interact with Sheppard’s military guys from time to time. Mostly to beat their asses at sparring, but still.
Passing the counter, Ronon grabbed whatever food he saw, cookies or something, and stuffed them into his mouth. Chewing a mouthful, he grabbed the refrigerator handle and ripped the fridge door open, peering inside. If there was one thing Ronon appreciated about the island it was that the kitchen was always stocked. Something he was sure Mckay enjoyed as well. Ronon briefly considered the idea of putting a lemon under Mckay’s pillow just for the freak out, and inspected the refrigerator’s contents. Juice, some cake thing, more fruit, a severed meat chunk... Great.
Grabbing a rather large pitcher of orange juice that was probably meant for more than one person, Ronon straightened and pushed the refrigerator door shut. He then leaned back against it and took a big gulp from the pitcher as he watched people shuffle in and out. If anyone wanted in the fridge, they were just going to have to wait.
[ooc: Ronon probably won't cap you. Just a bit tired thx. Open to anyone who's willing to gently prod him into conversation.]