[It happens quickly. One moment, they're just discussing the possibility of it and the next, Adam is getting water, sitting down on the floor, preparing himself for this. Ronan looks around the room for a moment in vague disbelief. Five minutes ago, he was debating the aesthetic of a bat with nails versus a bat with screws and now they're getting ready to do a strange magic ritual that neither of them entirely understand.
Ronan sinks out of the chair and onto his knees on the floor, sitting on his heels for a moment before realizing how uncomfortable that is and shifting to sit cross-legged on the opposite side of the bowl. After a moment of hesitation, he pulls the packet of nails closer to him because... well, they're sharp, and if Adam needs to be cut, then he'd rather have something readily available, no matter how much the notion of it makes his stomach turn.
Still, the instructions leave a little to be desired, and Ronan shakes his head, reaching out to cover the water in the bowl with one hand, halting whatever insane plan Adam has for a moment.]
How long is too long? [Which barely even scratches the surface of it, and Ronan leans in, intent.] And what the hell do you mean by 'strange'? Speaking-tree-language strange or doing-headstands strange or bleeding-from-eyeballs strange?
[This isn't a fucking trust fall, this is Adam willingly burying his mind in Cabeswater. Forgive Ronan for wanting specifics so he can make sure he doesn't lose him entirely because of a stupid slip-up or miscommunication.]
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Ronan sinks out of the chair and onto his knees on the floor, sitting on his heels for a moment before realizing how uncomfortable that is and shifting to sit cross-legged on the opposite side of the bowl. After a moment of hesitation, he pulls the packet of nails closer to him because... well, they're sharp, and if Adam needs to be cut, then he'd rather have something readily available, no matter how much the notion of it makes his stomach turn.
Still, the instructions leave a little to be desired, and Ronan shakes his head, reaching out to cover the water in the bowl with one hand, halting whatever insane plan Adam has for a moment.]
How long is too long? [Which barely even scratches the surface of it, and Ronan leans in, intent.] And what the hell do you mean by 'strange'? Speaking-tree-language strange or doing-headstands strange or bleeding-from-eyeballs strange?
[This isn't a fucking trust fall, this is Adam willingly burying his mind in Cabeswater. Forgive Ronan for wanting specifics so he can make sure he doesn't lose him entirely because of a stupid slip-up or miscommunication.]