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Wearing his favorite pair of sunglasses along with his coat, gloves, beanie and thickest boots, the now eighteen-year-old walked to the circle of benches carrying his own cup of hot coffee in his hand and sat alone on an empty bench. The purpose of the sunglasses was to hide the fact that he hadn't been sleeping well, plus the black eye he'd suffered at the 'hands' of a punching bag he'd punched a bit too hard. Something that shouldn't be a big surprise to many, given his recent fluctuations in mood, though he hadn't shared the reasoning behind said fluctuations with anyone though if one listened to the rumor mill, one might be able to guess.
"Hello, Professor Marchand," Ronan greeted in a flat tone. It was all he could muster for now. That and wondering why on Earth the professor was holding a lesson outdoors in this weather when he was so clearly not well, but he didn't voice this thought outloud.
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