#Chapter69
It was later that day that he decided that his birdie was still too sad for his liking. They'd made it back to the hotel room, and after running him a bath and trying to convince him to take a nap, which Ronan vigorously declined, he decided it was play time.
/"Birdieeee,/" he called, crawling around the complex on his hands and knees. There was a potato strainer on his head, because he'd found it in one of the cupboards, and a wooden spoon in his hand, and he'd pulled the laces out of his shoes so he could make sure he and Seabreeze had each other's six; he'd tied it around his murkat's waist and then attached it to his briefs, which was all he was wearing because he hadn't wanted to put on the ugly clothes Raven had bought him, hooking it though the waistband and the leghole.
/"Ronan?/" Raven was trailing behind him, cleaning up the mess and putting away all the things he'd pulled out of place. /"What are we doing, babes?/"
