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Who: Ronan Lynch, Richard Gansey, Drill Bit, Kick Ass, Spitfire, and Anvil.
What: Ronan and Gansey around town with their newly dreamed farm family.
Where: On route from The Barns to the library and back again, running some errands, here and there.
When: Today.
Warnings: Cursing. There is a goat named Kick Ass and Ronan has no mouth filter. Cuteness.

Feel free to tag Ronan or Gansey or both.

Ronan -

When it’s time to leave to meet Gansey Ronan gives the goats and calf a lecture about behaving, staying by his side, and not talking to strangers. He wouldn’t normally let them leave the property, but they’re still too young to be left alone. Especially Drill Bit. So he brings along the old wooden wagon with extra high sides for safety. Normally he uses it to hall cuttings and wood, various building supplies he would need around the property. Today he’s pulling along three small baby goats. Drill Bit, Kick Ass, and Spitfire. Anvil, the Highland calf, can handle the distance so she just follows along.

She cried when she realized she was being left behind so how could he not bring her along?

Every so often the goats jump out and run around, head butt things or people, make lots of noise, chase the calf, the calf chases them, and when they get tired they get scooped up and put back into the wagon.

They’re very excited to not be separated from Ronan and to be exploring. They can be seen making their way through town to the library.

Gansey -

While Ronan ran to get them some lunch for humans and possibly a snack for their four legged friends, Gansey sat outside the library with the wagon full of goats. Occasionally, one of them slips between the bars to trot off to visit whoever walks by. If any of them ranges too far away, Gansey lets out a whistle and they gambol back to them. All except one. The smallest goat, Drill Bit, always stays near Gansey. Usually her head rests in his lap so that he can scritch her ears. Anvil has better manners than her goat siblings, finding a quiet spot in the shade to watch for Ronan.

If anyone asks about the herd, Gansey will try to answer their questions, but Ronan’s the one with more farm knowledge. If anyone wants to pet a member of the menagerie, all will be happy to have the attention.

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Ronan raises a slightly curious eyebrow at the goatherder. it's definitely obvious by the way he gravitated to the goats and seemed completely delighted to be headbutted by them.

He was about to comment about the trouble the goats caused night and day, but the word rhino peaked his interest with both eyebrows and he needed to know if this guy was bullshitting him.

"You're a Rhino-herder too?"

"Just the young ones," he replied with a nod. "They're still in training so they're a little rowdier than the babies or the older ones, and I was the least likely to get killed if one of them tried to charge me." In retrospect, he might realize how weird that sounded, but he was too distracted by goats right now. "But even I get out of the way if one of the trained adults is armored up and pointed in my direction," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his new, headbutting friend. "I don't suppose you need help looking after these guys?"

Least likely to get killed?

Armored adult Rhino?

"We could use a goat sitter occasionally." Ronan's ice blue eyes were a little brighter when he spoke, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He was already imagining all the arguments from Adam and Gansey about why having a Rhino at The Barns was a bad idea. But he loved it. "I can't pay you. Yet. But we might be able to work something out."

"Well, as long as you don't mind that my paying job comes first, I don't think I'll mind at all," he replied, chuckling as he went over to the cart, to give Drill Bit some much-craved attention. "I've just missed the furry little monsters, haven't I?" He laughed, turning his attention back to Ronan and offering his hand. "I'm James, by the way, but you can call me Bucky."

James was to Bucky the same way Richard was to Dick? Who the fuck came up with these names?

"Most people call me asshole, but you can call me Ronan." Where he came from shaking hands was for politicians and people kissing ass. He was neither and he didn't think Bucky was either one of those kind of people, just happy. But he still didn't shake his hand. "Bucky. Where do you work?"

He handed Bucky a goat snack instead of his hand so he wasn't a complete asshole about not shaking it.

Bucky snorted softly at the reply, but his smile didn't waiver, not even when he was handed the goat snack. "Nice to meet you, Ronan," he replied, and broke the goat snack into four pieces with his thumb, giving a little chunk to each of his new furry friends.

"I'm a barista up at the Starkbucks," he replies lightly. "It's not as hard as you'd think to do it one-handed. Hardest part of my day is getting my hair in this hipster bun." At least he'd been told it was a hipster bun. All he knew was it kept the hair out of his eyes.

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Ronan the Asshole? Is his infinity stone just a polished turd?