[What a strange errand Kavinsky's brought him along for. Ronan had been wondering what the game was, but he hadn't expected it to come down to his choice. He looks around slowly, his eyes moving from ride to ride, pale eyes squinting against the sudden light.
What's he meant to do with the key? For now, he simply turns it between his fingers, feeling the sharp edges of it. Unconsciously, while he ponders, he's squeezing until it feels like he might break skin.
There's no part of him that feels capable of playing.]
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What's he meant to do with the key? For now, he simply turns it between his fingers, feeling the sharp edges of it. Unconsciously, while he ponders, he's squeezing until it feels like he might break skin.
There's no part of him that feels capable of playing.]
Wreck it.