[ Jon is in a good mood, what with having been assigned, and to someone he likes. He’s actually heading back to his room as he calls. ]
As you’ve been assigned my former employer as your assignment this month, we should probably talk. At your earliest convenience?
I will make the time.
As you’ve been assigned my former employer as your assignment this month, we should probably talk. At your earliest convenience?
I will make the time.
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tinstar
- 2021-12-15 22:57 (UTC) - ExpandLet me know if Jon or Martin've given you the shovel talk for Elias yet, yeah? I get how it's a lot.
'A lot'. [Raylan huffed. That was an understatement but saying as much so freely to a voice he did not know wasn't the wisest thing ever and if his meeting with Jon had done anything, it had at least, correctly amplified Raylan's natural, job raised, paranoia.]
I got a run down from Jon but.. I mean this in no offense, but - Well, I should do it this way. You might already know; I'm Raylan Givens, and you are...
[Lookit that open door, my what a pretty pretty open door.]
I got a run down from Jon but.. I mean this in no offense, but - Well, I should do it this way. You might already know; I'm Raylan Givens, and you are...
[Lookit that open door, my what a pretty pretty open door.]
[ He knows Raylan.
Hell, Tim knows himself. Back home the only thing that gets them in a semi-holiday spirit is Art Mullen ordering both their asses to attend the office holiday party. Art is not here, so after a bit of internal wrestling, Tim decides he must take up the torch.
So on the day of the party he arrives at Raylan's door, knocking like a pain in the ass until the older man is forced to open the door. Without preamble he holds up two ugly sweaters. ]
Which one do you want?
[ Yes, in fact he had spent all afternoon spelunking in the ship's communal wardrobe for these two beautiful specimens of cotton/polyester.
Hell, Tim knows himself. Back home the only thing that gets them in a semi-holiday spirit is Art Mullen ordering both their asses to attend the office holiday party. Art is not here, so after a bit of internal wrestling, Tim decides he must take up the torch.
So on the day of the party he arrives at Raylan's door, knocking like a pain in the ass until the older man is forced to open the door. Without preamble he holds up two ugly sweaters. ]
Which one do you want?
[ Yes, in fact he had spent all afternoon spelunking in the ship's communal wardrobe for these two beautiful specimens of cotton/polyester.
[Tim was right. As soon as Raylan had seen the invitation, he'd dismissed it. Holiday Parties were for Happy people or people pretending to be happy and he wasn't in the mood for either of them. Several People had been very generous and thoughtful; he had booze and food enough to stand him up for three days.
Needless to say, he did Not expect the insistent knocking of his door and he opened it with something of a bewildered look, which turned into pure confusion at the sudden sweater options and the expectation that he choose.]
... You're joking.
Needless to say, he did Not expect the insistent knocking of his door and he opened it with something of a bewildered look, which turned into pure confusion at the sudden sweater options and the expectation that he choose.]
... You're joking.
Honestly, all Tim has to do is cutely hold his ground and Raylan will cave,
tinstar
- 2021-12-23 03:56 (UTC) - ExpandConsider all the cute being radiated in Raylan's direction
walkingtrigger
- 2021-12-23 13:24 (UTC) - ExpandMr. Givens, I've given some thought to whether I have any requests for items. I believe I've come to a decision.
Despite Tim's habit of being up before the 'sun' he respected Raylan's ability to sleep in, even on Christmas Day. As such Tim did not head down to level eight until around brunch time.
He was dressed in a t-shirt, flannel button down left open and a pair of lounge pants, no shoes. He balanced two plates covered in aluminum foil in one hand, a dish towel wrapped around some other objects cradled in the crook of his other arm.
As such when he reached Raylan's door Tim had to turn his back to the door and kick at it with the heel of his foot. He was not interested in stubbing his toe on that sad looking motel room door.
He was dressed in a t-shirt, flannel button down left open and a pair of lounge pants, no shoes. He balanced two plates covered in aluminum foil in one hand, a dish towel wrapped around some other objects cradled in the crook of his other arm.
As such when he reached Raylan's door Tim had to turn his back to the door and kick at it with the heel of his foot. He was not interested in stubbing his toe on that sad looking motel room door.
Something something day off. Raylan knew that Elias would already be up and kicking around but since he'd given the man his bones, he hoped desperately that it meant the peace that had been holding would continue for at least one more morning.
Thankfully for both of them, Raylan had rolled out of bed a scant few minutes before the beating started on his door and after tugging on his jeans to complete the undershirt, wild bed head look, he opened the door. And immediately questioned what was happening with his eyebrows as he stepped back to let Tim in.
"Good mornin'. What-" He wasn't ungrateful, he was just.. confused.
Thankfully for both of them, Raylan had rolled out of bed a scant few minutes before the beating started on his door and after tugging on his jeans to complete the undershirt, wild bed head look, he opened the door. And immediately questioned what was happening with his eyebrows as he stepped back to let Tim in.
"Good mornin'. What-" He wasn't ungrateful, he was just.. confused.
[ A few days after Christmas, Raylan is getting a text. ]
I've got some guests in Zero for the foreseeable future. Could you scrounge me up a sleeping bag, or a bundle of blankets and a pillow? I'm going to be camping down here.
I've got some guests in Zero for the foreseeable future. Could you scrounge me up a sleeping bag, or a bundle of blankets and a pillow? I'm going to be camping down here.
Grunting in quiet understanding, Raylan nodded as he tucked into another bite. Since the Barge presented unique challenges, all of which he had no idea how Tim was actually dealing with, asking felt fine. Besides, Tim had made some very sharp points in their previous conversations and with Raylan being significantly less busy here, he could consider them. Be a less job oriented, be a little more free with both himself and the sniper.
"It's gonna be something to get used to, not bein' able to throw ourselves onto a case. One of the reasons I decided to start swimmin' to be honest. Sure as shit ain't gonna pick up running but the routine of it helps." It wasn't the mornings that were hard for Raylan, it was the afternoons and the evenings. The temptation of cracking a bottle at 3 or 4 was something he'd been fighting against for years.
He assumed that was going to be harder now.
"Suppose you could also busy yourself with bein' a pain in the ass to your inmate. Personally, I like this option better."
"It's gonna be something to get used to, not bein' able to throw ourselves onto a case. One of the reasons I decided to start swimmin' to be honest. Sure as shit ain't gonna pick up running but the routine of it helps." It wasn't the mornings that were hard for Raylan, it was the afternoons and the evenings. The temptation of cracking a bottle at 3 or 4 was something he'd been fighting against for years.
He assumed that was going to be harder now.
"Suppose you could also busy yourself with bein' a pain in the ass to your inmate. Personally, I like this option better."
It's been a pleasure, Mr. Givens. I do wish you luck with whomever you're assigned to next.
[Continued from here.]
[His experiences were decades ago, but Istak's were not and Raylan prides himself in being an attentive lover. He chuckles as he comes back down, not having missed that reach down that Tim had to do and not sorry for it at all. He'd ask what, what would Tim do if Raylan made him do that, but he would rather listen to the answer to his first question instead.
He hums at the hand carding back through his hair, lips and teeth grazing further down, fingertips dancing across Tim's waistband to tug and pull at the belt there.]
You can wear any'a my shirts at any time, [he promises, fingers moving onto Tim's button.] An' we've got all the mornin's in the world right now. [Peeling the denim back, Raylan tugs down the waistband of Tim's boxers and flicks his tongue across the hollow of his hip.]
Showers together in the mornin', so I can leave the scent of me across you as you go around your day.. [His lips moved down, ghosting over the wet spot and Tim's length with a hot breath before he kisses it over the cloth, messily and with his lips.]
[His experiences were decades ago, but Istak's were not and Raylan prides himself in being an attentive lover. He chuckles as he comes back down, not having missed that reach down that Tim had to do and not sorry for it at all. He'd ask what, what would Tim do if Raylan made him do that, but he would rather listen to the answer to his first question instead.
He hums at the hand carding back through his hair, lips and teeth grazing further down, fingertips dancing across Tim's waistband to tug and pull at the belt there.]
You can wear any'a my shirts at any time, [he promises, fingers moving onto Tim's button.] An' we've got all the mornin's in the world right now. [Peeling the denim back, Raylan tugs down the waistband of Tim's boxers and flicks his tongue across the hollow of his hip.]
Showers together in the mornin', so I can leave the scent of me across you as you go around your day.. [His lips moved down, ghosting over the wet spot and Tim's length with a hot breath before he kisses it over the cloth, messily and with his lips.]
[ Tim's brain was experiencing a short circuit of sorts.
On the one hand he was a healthy, red blooded male and there was a hot, clever mouth heading towards his dick. Said body part was pressing painfully at the back of his zipper, ready to stand at needy attention. Hello, Sir!
At the same time he was feeling a sense of insecurity that Raylan might be offering oral out of a sense of obligation. Maybe as a result of the situation with John, or any number of absolutely irrational fears that Tim's brain could cook up. There was a sort of disbelief that something he'd fantasized about for so long was actually happening. Tim's jaded psyche was looking for the catch.
In his experience, straight (or even 'experimenting') men were not big fans of having another man's dick in their mouth.
Then that hot mouth was touching him, though the cotton of his boxers were stretched taut between lips and dick, and Tim couldn't do anything more than arch upwards, babbling Raylan's name over and over. ]
Raylan, Ra.. Raylan!
[ The fingers in salt and pepper hand, gripped tight, stiff as if struggling between wanting to push Raylan's mouth closer, and wanting to pull him away. Conflict and desire had Tim moaning and whimpering as he wriggled. ]
Do ... is this ... don'tdowhatyoudon'twanttodo.
On the one hand he was a healthy, red blooded male and there was a hot, clever mouth heading towards his dick. Said body part was pressing painfully at the back of his zipper, ready to stand at needy attention. Hello, Sir!
At the same time he was feeling a sense of insecurity that Raylan might be offering oral out of a sense of obligation. Maybe as a result of the situation with John, or any number of absolutely irrational fears that Tim's brain could cook up. There was a sort of disbelief that something he'd fantasized about for so long was actually happening. Tim's jaded psyche was looking for the catch.
In his experience, straight (or even 'experimenting') men were not big fans of having another man's dick in their mouth.
Then that hot mouth was touching him, though the cotton of his boxers were stretched taut between lips and dick, and Tim couldn't do anything more than arch upwards, babbling Raylan's name over and over. ]
Raylan, Ra.. Raylan!
[ The fingers in salt and pepper hand, gripped tight, stiff as if struggling between wanting to push Raylan's mouth closer, and wanting to pull him away. Conflict and desire had Tim moaning and whimpering as he wriggled. ]
Do ... is this ... don'tdowhatyoudon'twanttodo.
Hey, so, uh. I'm pretty sure we haven't met so this is kinda out of the blue, but I just saw the – the thing, the assignments, and I saw you've been paired with my brother. Just wanted to, like, touch base about that and – like, apologise. For the way that he... is. Sometimes he says, uh, extremely fucked-up shit and he doesn't mean it, he's just trying to get a rise out of you.
[ A pause. ]
I'm Kendall, by the way. Kendall Roy.
[ A pause. ]
I'm Kendall, by the way. Kendall Roy.
lmao YES REMEMBER CONNOR b4 he tries to run for Prez again
tinstar
- 2022-03-19 22:15 (UTC) - Expand[ Anytime after this serious of unfortunate events, Tim would pack up what few things he kept in the desk in Zero and head back up to his cabin. It was just a couple of books and a deck of cards; not even worthy of a box.
Tim was lucky this flood as it seemed that the whole aura thing had bypassed him. Either that or it had taken one look at him and short circuited its color wheel. For instance, though he had submitted his resignation to the Admiral and was genuinely sad about giving up his position in Zero, he was more numb than anything.
He wasn't angry at Pagan, not any more. The man had simply pointed out the reality that Tim had been wrestling with every since the events with Envy and then Elias' bullshit. It was exhausting more than anything and the young sniper wasn't sure what emotion he wanted to hang on his opinion of the situation.
Pouring himself a glass of whiskey he rummaged about in his small 'fridge and pantry putting himself to the task of making a meal for two. That at least put a small smile on his lips. A meal for two ... yeah, the rest of his emotions might be buried under a dumpster fire of self-doubt, but that part of life definitely gave him a much needed lift. ]
Tim was lucky this flood as it seemed that the whole aura thing had bypassed him. Either that or it had taken one look at him and short circuited its color wheel. For instance, though he had submitted his resignation to the Admiral and was genuinely sad about giving up his position in Zero, he was more numb than anything.
He wasn't angry at Pagan, not any more. The man had simply pointed out the reality that Tim had been wrestling with every since the events with Envy and then Elias' bullshit. It was exhausting more than anything and the young sniper wasn't sure what emotion he wanted to hang on his opinion of the situation.
Pouring himself a glass of whiskey he rummaged about in his small 'fridge and pantry putting himself to the task of making a meal for two. That at least put a small smile on his lips. A meal for two ... yeah, the rest of his emotions might be buried under a dumpster fire of self-doubt, but that part of life definitely gave him a much needed lift. ]
[Tim got about fifteen minutes to himself before Raylan came back to Tim's cabin, his aura a dull blood red at its base that bleed and blended into the dark blue of twisted but calm that he'd worn most of the day. It was only once the door closed behind him and a moment had passed, along with a breath, before the colors slowly started to lighten as he walked further in.]
Hey, [he says softly, lips pulling into a warm smile as the dark blue was pushed further down, giving way to a ligther blue and almost lavender that attempted to pulse outwards.]
I didn't expect you to be home so soon. Your new helper givin' you a break?
[Of course he was going to take off his hand and drop it on the nearest surface as he walks over towards Tim, keen on sliding his hands around the man and pull him in close. Chest or back, whatever he could get.]
Hey, [he says softly, lips pulling into a warm smile as the dark blue was pushed further down, giving way to a ligther blue and almost lavender that attempted to pulse outwards.]
I didn't expect you to be home so soon. Your new helper givin' you a break?
[Of course he was going to take off his hand and drop it on the nearest surface as he walks over towards Tim, keen on sliding his hands around the man and pull him in close. Chest or back, whatever he could get.]
[Raylan had seemed to be perfectly fine, as an adult and not a carefree undergraduate, but there's still a part of Gonou that may be holding on to a few of the responsibilities of Zhu Bajie. Perhaps it's just that he misses teaching; he hardly has the right to go back to any position of that kind of responsibility, not with what he's done.
But he worries, for absolutely no reason; and so, just after the dinner shift a few days past their return from the other lives, he'll pick up his communicator for a quick message.]
Ah... this is Gonou. How are you doing? After the breach?
But he worries, for absolutely no reason; and so, just after the dinner shift a few days past their return from the other lives, he'll pick up his communicator for a quick message.]
Ah... this is Gonou. How are you doing? After the breach?
[Raylan was surprised to see his phone light up and even more surprised at the voice on the other end of the line.]
Gonou. [Bajie. A faint smile ghosts across his face for a half second before he clears his throat softly.]
Uh yeah, I'm. Fine. Not at all like the collage I actually went to, but- [His accent was thicker, vowels rounded out with whiskey and the fragile nearly transparent airs he was trying to hoist.] Weren't the breach that was hard.
How're you doin'?
Gonou. [Bajie. A faint smile ghosts across his face for a half second before he clears his throat softly.]
Uh yeah, I'm. Fine. Not at all like the collage I actually went to, but- [His accent was thicker, vowels rounded out with whiskey and the fragile nearly transparent airs he was trying to hoist.] Weren't the breach that was hard.
How're you doin'?
You feel up for a vistor?
[Honestly he would've just shown up but he doesn't know what level Raylan's on.]
[Honestly he would've just shown up but he doesn't know what level Raylan's on.]
Knock Knock Knock
The gentle, rhythmic, and slow rap of knuckles on his door. On the other side Flint is standing in a loose, modern button-up shirt with the top few buttons undone, tucked into a pair of weathered jeans that make his ass look great. He's got a bottle in hand he got from somewhere. Rum, dark, the Kracken or somesuch from some guy named Captain Morgan. Only he knows it's not THE Captain Morgan. But that was beside the point. It tasted good and he needed it. He was already drunk and lonely and his eyes might still be a little puffy. He'd read the note Thomas left, a few times over before shoving it in the Meditations book. He shoved that in a drawer. There was a strong part of himself that wanted to just sit in his room and brood, to wade through the pain alone, missing Thomas. But his note had been very clear.
So here he was outside of the door of the one man on this god-forsaken vessel that he felt safe to absolutely fall apart with. He felt guilty in some ways, about Thomas, about putting this on Raylan. But it's what they agreed to and it's what Thomas would want for him. Someplace safe. Someplace he could find comfort.
The gentle, rhythmic, and slow rap of knuckles on his door. On the other side Flint is standing in a loose, modern button-up shirt with the top few buttons undone, tucked into a pair of weathered jeans that make his ass look great. He's got a bottle in hand he got from somewhere. Rum, dark, the Kracken or somesuch from some guy named Captain Morgan. Only he knows it's not THE Captain Morgan. But that was beside the point. It tasted good and he needed it. He was already drunk and lonely and his eyes might still be a little puffy. He'd read the note Thomas left, a few times over before shoving it in the Meditations book. He shoved that in a drawer. There was a strong part of himself that wanted to just sit in his room and brood, to wade through the pain alone, missing Thomas. But his note had been very clear.
So here he was outside of the door of the one man on this god-forsaken vessel that he felt safe to absolutely fall apart with. He felt guilty in some ways, about Thomas, about putting this on Raylan. But it's what they agreed to and it's what Thomas would want for him. Someplace safe. Someplace he could find comfort.
"It's open," came a drawl, the heavier, longer drawl that Raylan only got when he was yelling or drunk.
It had been a long week. Raylan had gone to the infirmary and gotten healed as promised, but with the trade off of one relief came the return of an old pain. Not a different one, but the one that had been quieter under the company and solace of affection. The contrast was starker than it should have been, him having dealt with this so many times before. He told himself he was silly - the flood would be over soon and Flint might even come back. He hoped he would - but while the man wasn't there, the silence of the room and the busy-ness of his own head was taking its toll.
When James opens the door, he'll find Raylan standing at the far side of the kitchen island counter, fully dressed but untidy without his slept in t-shirt and slightly bed wild hair. He may not have slept that much. He may have also drank far too much while he was awake. He kind of looked like shit, but his face lightened with a crooked smile at who he had just invited back into his cabin. His eyebrows hoist a little, smile curling more as he abandons his whiskey and reading to make his way around the island and closer.
"Welcome back. Nice threads."
He wasn't going to assume much of anything, wanted to let Flint set the tone, but what Thomas had told him ran through the back of his mind. Raylan hoped that those tearstained eyes were because Thomas had left a letter for the pirate and not only because Flint was still so far and separated from the man.
It had been a long week. Raylan had gone to the infirmary and gotten healed as promised, but with the trade off of one relief came the return of an old pain. Not a different one, but the one that had been quieter under the company and solace of affection. The contrast was starker than it should have been, him having dealt with this so many times before. He told himself he was silly - the flood would be over soon and Flint might even come back. He hoped he would - but while the man wasn't there, the silence of the room and the busy-ness of his own head was taking its toll.
When James opens the door, he'll find Raylan standing at the far side of the kitchen island counter, fully dressed but untidy without his slept in t-shirt and slightly bed wild hair. He may not have slept that much. He may have also drank far too much while he was awake. He kind of looked like shit, but his face lightened with a crooked smile at who he had just invited back into his cabin. His eyebrows hoist a little, smile curling more as he abandons his whiskey and reading to make his way around the island and closer.
"Welcome back. Nice threads."
He wasn't going to assume much of anything, wanted to let Flint set the tone, but what Thomas had told him ran through the back of his mind. Raylan hoped that those tearstained eyes were because Thomas had left a letter for the pirate and not only because Flint was still so far and separated from the man.
Think I owe you a movie night. As a special limited time offer, I'll even let you have a say in what we watch instead of declaring myself the cinematic dictator!
...But really, I like company enough that this is an open invitation, nothing limited time about it.
...But really, I like company enough that this is an open invitation, nothing limited time about it.
So long as Disney isn't any of my options - I was almost lookin' forward to Eifel's movie night until he said that.
I'd like that. Normally, I'd offer to bring somethin' over with me, but alls I got is whiskey and I don't know how to make muffins. I hope that's okay.
I'd like that. Normally, I'd offer to bring somethin' over with me, but alls I got is whiskey and I don't know how to make muffins. I hope that's okay.
So, which of us is collecting on that bet?
It was sweet as hell. Proving a point that neither of them wanted to utter yet.
Raylan hums, half chuckles into the kiss, tongue just as eagerly wrestling against James's as his hands start pulling at the tanktop, their momentum stopped by the back of James's knees hitting the edge of the sofa in perfect time for him to break the kiss and pull the shirt off.
"Shoulda kept it," he said breathily as he starts pawing at his own shirt, jeans already tighter for the missing of him. "Coulda used it to tie you up or turn that pert ass of yours red," he teases, hands already tugging those basketball shorts of James's down.
Raylan hums, half chuckles into the kiss, tongue just as eagerly wrestling against James's as his hands start pulling at the tanktop, their momentum stopped by the back of James's knees hitting the edge of the sofa in perfect time for him to break the kiss and pull the shirt off.
"Shoulda kept it," he said breathily as he starts pawing at his own shirt, jeans already tighter for the missing of him. "Coulda used it to tie you up or turn that pert ass of yours red," he teases, hands already tugging those basketball shorts of James's down.
Those hands instinctively move down from his waist to grab handfuls of that fine ass as they move, his knees hitting the edge of the couch to stop them at their destination. The kiss breaks and suddenly Raylan is in a frenzy and he lifts his hands to help get the borrowed t-shirt up and off. In a blink, Raylan's own is gone and he's gripping the edges of those basketball shorts to tug them off his hips and he can't help the laugh that bubbles out of him at the rush of it all. He gives a soft shudder, cock bobbing with the arousal of Raylan's suggestions and the sudden pooling of his blood pumping thickly downward.
"Are you trying to tell me that's the only belt you own?" He quirks a brow, standing nude, and as the other rises, he'll grip the belt around his waist and tug him closer as he slowly undoes it and pulls it free of the loops in his jeans. He'll raise his brows in a cheeky sort of expression of false surprise, taking the belt and draping it over Raylan's shoulders before his hands go right back to the front of his jeans to tug them open, worrying his bottom lip.
"So which is it Handsome?" He sweeps his hands in under the cloth, between his jeans and his underwear to palm that hardening cock. He leaves the question up for Raylan to decipher, does he mean with the suggestion of christening furniture? which to start with first, or to decide whether to tie him up or whip him with the belt?
"Are you trying to tell me that's the only belt you own?" He quirks a brow, standing nude, and as the other rises, he'll grip the belt around his waist and tug him closer as he slowly undoes it and pulls it free of the loops in his jeans. He'll raise his brows in a cheeky sort of expression of false surprise, taking the belt and draping it over Raylan's shoulders before his hands go right back to the front of his jeans to tug them open, worrying his bottom lip.
"So which is it Handsome?" He sweeps his hands in under the cloth, between his jeans and his underwear to palm that hardening cock. He leaves the question up for Raylan to decipher, does he mean with the suggestion of christening furniture? which to start with first, or to decide whether to tie him up or whip him with the belt?
Steve had obviously seen and spent time with Raylan at his birthday picnic, as well as Flint. He'd never seen the pair of them around together before that, but hadn't questioned it in what was basically public at the time.
He isn't exactly going to question it now, just stops by Raylan's cabin with a plate of cupcakes in one hand while he knocks with the other.
(Jesus, he really is turning into Hilda. Well. Could be a lot worse.)
He isn't exactly going to question it now, just stops by Raylan's cabin with a plate of cupcakes in one hand while he knocks with the other.
(Jesus, he really is turning into Hilda. Well. Could be a lot worse.)
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Raylan had been a little visibly nervous unless his attention was on James, eyes a little too busy across the people that had collected like he expected a bat to come out of nowhere, but his Birthday wishes hadn't included any details. It was Steve's day and while Raylan hadn't had enough time to think of a gift, the well wishes had been given whole heartedly.
Today though, he had no expectations for visitors and so opens the door with a curious little furrow of his brow and a surprised tilt and slight retraction of his head at the man he finds in front of him.
"Steve," he greets, stepping back and opening the door with him - what else was a polite someone to do when there were baked goods involved - and gestured in, in invitation. "C'mon in. Are- are those cupcakes? What's the occasion?"
Today though, he had no expectations for visitors and so opens the door with a curious little furrow of his brow and a surprised tilt and slight retraction of his head at the man he finds in front of him.
"Steve," he greets, stepping back and opening the door with him - what else was a polite someone to do when there were baked goods involved - and gestured in, in invitation. "C'mon in. Are- are those cupcakes? What's the occasion?"
[Continued from here]
[Raylan had spent his whole life trying to control his temper, but after that exchange, his back hairs were way up.]
Mm, inspiring open hunting season? Yeah. Poisoning folks and then laughin' about the outcomes tends to do that.
[He didn't have to explain himself. Cloud knew why Raylan was pissed - the Flint half, if not the Roman half.
But he took a deep breath, an audible exhale out of his nose.]
Sure, I'm up on deck.
[Raylan had spent his whole life trying to control his temper, but after that exchange, his back hairs were way up.]
Mm, inspiring open hunting season? Yeah. Poisoning folks and then laughin' about the outcomes tends to do that.
[He didn't have to explain himself. Cloud knew why Raylan was pissed - the Flint half, if not the Roman half.
But he took a deep breath, an audible exhale out of his nose.]
Sure, I'm up on deck.
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[He offers quiet agreement, his expression making it clear he definitely won't blame anyone for trying to kill her. He just also... doesn't think that'll fix anything. He could be wrong, but inmates died to get here, in the first place...
Once up there, he pockets his device, his expression giving away his own tiredness. He leans against the nearest sturdy surface, looking up at the sky. Before any walking:]
Any updates...?
[Cloud hasn't been able to ask about James since they hauled them there.]
Once up there, he pockets his device, his expression giving away his own tiredness. He leans against the nearest sturdy surface, looking up at the sky. Before any walking:]
Any updates...?
[Cloud hasn't been able to ask about James since they hauled them there.]
[Backdated to just after this]
Your inmate got drugged and shot somebody. I confiscated the gun, and I brought him down to Zero till he's back in his right mind, or until you're ready to look ater him.
Your inmate got drugged and shot somebody. I confiscated the gun, and I brought him down to Zero till he's back in his right mind, or until you're ready to look ater him.
[It was a good twenty hours before Maggie got a response, and the voice behind it was not well at all. Raspy and uneven, words a little ragged and broken over those rasps.]
So that's where they ran off to. [He lets a sharp breath out of his nose.] Who'd he shoot? How badly?
So that's where they ran off to. [He lets a sharp breath out of his nose.] Who'd he shoot? How badly?
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