The Perk, Sunday Morning

[hotceltogoth]

Having dressed 'herself' as best he could, in a black, tight-fitting, long-sleeved t-shirt that was never going to fit the same across the chest once this was all over, and a pair of dark-wash jeans that, thankfully, fit remarkably well (with a little help from the Speech), Ronan made his way down to the Perk to drown his woes about Fandom Weirdness™. He ordered the largest hot chocolate they had, and a croissant, and then sat down at table to eat -- and to figure out how to handle his... new, and hopefully temporary, endowment.

[Open for all your Ronan-who- looks-like-Lulu and/or Perk-ly needs!]