Matt Jamison - OC baby one more time - my Milliways is killing me

[mm_merky]

It seems like he's always coming in here in his pajamas.

One barefoot sex mage enters, dressed (indeed) in his old sushi boxers and CAFFEINE: fictional tour 2025 band t-shirt. Matt's hair is messier than usual, and he looks like he hasn't slept

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[not_in_the_book]

"Is that a tempest in a teacup?" Ronan punned horribly, "or are you just happy to see me?"

He plopped down in a seat beside Matt, knocking lightly on Bar and asking, "Curry chips and mushy peas? And a pint of bitter. The usual account."

[Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. One of these days I will manage to keep Ronan around here regularly.]

[not_in_the_book]

"... I am not leaving tonight without making sure that we have a way to contact each other. From our own worlds."

Ronan closed his eyes and sighed. "Argh. Not that there's any guarantee that would work, anyway. I swear, I hadn't realised. Hopefully it's just a one time glitch?"

[tantric_slacker]

He laughs.

"I don't know if that's the way of the worlds, but Nita and I have a call-forwarding system that works pretty well. It still glitches up occasionally, but if it works between one set of universes, there's no reason it wouldn't for another one ..."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan nodded. "She gave me the spell for it, actually," he said, reminded. "I was just planning to set it up next time I saw you, which I had thought would be just as long for you as it was for me."

He reached into the knowledge and started pulling it out. "And you're right, it should work for me if it works for Nita -- our universes operate on the same principles, even if some of the events differ." He nudged his plate a little closer to Matt. "Eat some curry chips. Touch the mushy peas and I take off your head."

[tantric_slacker]

"Oh," Matt says, "you ran into Nita." How is that sentence supposed to sound? "Uh. Well that's promising, at least, about your universes."

He reaches hesitantly for one of the things identified as curry chips, smiling. "And thanks for the warning."

Matt will refrain from from mentioning how little competition he is on the subject of mushy peas.

[not_in_the_book]

But MUSHY PEAS! Ronan missed mushy peas; they were so hard to find in the rest of the galaxy.

"Not long after I last saw you, actually," Ronan explained, before scooping up some mushy peas on his fork. "She's doing well. Or was a few months ago, at least, I suppose."

[tantric_slacker]

"Probably a few months ago," Matt agrees.

"She would, I assume, think I was dead or in thrall if I didn't get in touch for weeks at a time."

[not_in_the_book]

"In thrall?" Ronan asked. "Oh -- uh. Vampire thing, right?"

[tantric_slacker]

He waves vaguely, going for another chip.

(They're kinda tasty.)

"Lots of things can put one in thrall, but in this case yes."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan's face darkens at the thought. "No thrall," he says, flatly. "If he, or any of them, ever come near you again, you find a way to let me or Nita know."

Ronan... can be kinda dom sometimes.

[tantric_slacker]

Matt looks exasperated at his teacup.

"He hasn't been back," he says, again (he had to tell Tiwa this too). "Though I do appreciate the thought. Luckily, if this phone thing works out, I can text you every time I run into a thrall-adjacent situation."

[not_in_the_book]

And Ronan would come running the minute he got it, too.

"Any time you need me," he says, "let me know. For anything." He grins. "Seriously, anything."

This is Ronan. It's not like the serious was going to last.

[tantric_slacker]

Matt laughs at that.

"Good to know," he decides.

Also: more curry chips.

[not_in_the_book]

Curry chips for EVERYONE!

Or, well, no. But as the plate clears, Ronan grins and lays his hand flat on Bar. "Another plate of curry chips?" he asks, "and perhaps --" he drains the last of his bitter "-- two milkshakes? One strawberry, one raspberry."

As they appear, he waits for Matt to pick one of the milkshakes before taking the other.

[tantric_slacker]

Matt laughs again.

"It's the middle of the night," he complains.

"I can't drink sugar. I'll have to stay here until the crash."

He doesn't really mind; he'd been half-toying with the idea already. When presented with the opportunity, why not?

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan grins. "I can think of a few things to occupy your time," he points out. "Can't you?"