grover, jammin with the reed pipes: its your birthday so i know you want to ride ah ah ah ah out. even if we only go to my ah ah ah ah house percy trying to get cake out of his nose: dude my house plants, stop
There was a carefully cultivated sense of danger to this Lynch brother. This was not a rattlesnake hidden in the grass, but a deadly coral snake striped with warning colors. Everything about him was a warning: if this snake bit you, you had no one to blame but youself.
I’ve been thinking about Ronan Lynch way too much lately.