I'm a trustworthy guy. Sometimes.
[[ Indie roleplay & ask blog for Ryan Haywood ]]
Threadtracker: cuteryan
Slightly Roleplay Selective
Multi-Ship & Multi-Verse
Willing to do any and all AUs
He leaned against the table, phone in hand as he stared at the wall across from him. This mission, this one would be a hard one—no guarantee that it could be completed with his usual go-to guy on missions (and especially since it’s him it would be fucked up before they even started). Ray would be a good one, but the information that the boss needed could only be taken with a distraction.
And the best person at distractions, not counting himself, would be Ryan. Michael pushed himself away from the table, walking over to where they all kept an assortment of guns. He unlocked his phone, typing out a quick message and sending it off to Ryan.
[text] Got something from the bossman, wanna join? Come to HQ and I’ll give you details.
His hand pulled the glass bottle away from his lips, resting the bottom of it on his thigh. He let his head lull back on the couch’s headrest. A long, exasperated sigh left his throat as he blinked at the ceiling. Everything was going by so slowly. So. Incredibly. Slow.
Bzzzt–!
Ryan brought up his head to look at his phone lighting up on the coffee table. He set the drink down, picking up his phone and sliding his thumb on the screen to open it. It was a text from Michael. His eyes read it over, giving himself a thoughtful frown.
[text] On my way
Pulling up, he got off his motorcycle and hesitated for a moment. Taking off his helmet, he looked over to the building. Ryan sighed, beginning to walk forward to the entrance. Opening the door, he made his way towards Michael. “So.. What’s up?”