You know 'em? Yeah, that's the fuckin' guy. For hours, Rome, hours, in a padded fuckin' room. So you'll have to forgive me flexing my language capabilities as much as I can, now that I'm back.
Wherever you were? Be glad you weren't on the Clipper. Or.. shit, any of the ships really. You know Trixie and Dorian got to skip it all too? Roadtrippin'.
I have a feeling it's because Trixie, Dorian and I are all actually really fucking cool people and you guys are mostly wastes of spaces, so no, I'm not surprised.
[ Of course Raylan goes right into Warden-ing him. Gross. Except Roman really did kind of miss it. Double-gross. ]
You're not gonna keep sitting on your ass, though, right? 'Cause there's a shitton of your birds roaming around and the thought of stepping in chicken shit with these shoes is giving me literal anxiety.
... The bird did fuck a lot though, there's.. more than I left behind. And I've also gotta help get the Lounge goin' again.
[But the idle mirth in his face slipped away, leaving him a little more seriously drawn and giving Roman a glimpse into his worry.]
I'm gonna do what I can between sittin' with Flint in the dorms. He's not in the best spot, comin' back. Deathtollin' for one. Lost an eye for another.
[ There's a few things Roman has picked up on--one, Raylan's swearing an awful lot, and two, Raylan cares an awful lot about Flint. Not that the latter is a surprise, but it still kind of throws him off guard for some reason.
He chews the inner portion of his cheek, mostly to try to remind himself he needs to behave even after that last sentence sets off absolutely every single instinct Roman has to roast, joke, make fun of, and cut someone down. He breathes, puts his hands on his hips, turns his palms outward as he does so--a usual pose for him, even if he's trying very hard to contain himself. Act casual.
But jesus, he's going to explode if he doesn't say anything.
Shit. ]
That's, uh... Wow. That's. Something.
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[Raylan is honestly impressed. Roman's gone at least a minute and a half without saying something deeply sarcastic or disturbing.]
Ain't it just. Least he didn't lose his leg. I'm sure a pegleg would be the end of him bein' able to walk around and call himself pirate without a full showin' out of the pirates of Penzance or somethin'. I'm gonna give him some time but.. We should be able to find someone to restore the eye. If he wants it.
So take it easy the first few days with him, huh? Plenty of times to make light of it later. When it'll make be less.. raw a fact of life.
Nooooooo. Play nice because he's aware he's missin' an eye and he doesn't need you tellin' him like he's an idiot.
Dracula would be my first pick. Guy can make and do all sorts of shit. Blew a hole in the Clipper at the end of the riot too, I was impressed.. But it's gotta be his decision, not mine. I can't go talkin' to people for a solution if he doesn't want it and it's too soon to know all that..
Losing shit like that is traumatic. He's got a right to some time to come to terms with what happened.
[ Roman's brows arch as Raylan explains--he's not sure why, but he keeps getting surprised every time Raylan casually shows how observant he is. Keeping tabs on absolutely everyone, it seems.
And Roman still hasn't found a way to use that to his advantage. Shame.
Flint in general is pretty cool, that's something Roman never bothers to deny--just like he knows how much Raylan cares about Flint, and his idle thought is instantly proved when his warden starts mentioning choices for the other. The reasoning of why Roman shouldn't point it out that gets him, though. His brows narrow. ]
Yeah, sure, but isn't the most obvious solution to just fix it for him right now if you've got the power? Save him the trouble? And can I still point it out or am I banned from that, too?
[ There's no malice. He's actually sort of trying to understand. ]
Roman, a word of advice - if you ever get into a relationship with anyone, romantic or not, the stupidest thing any man has ever done in the history of relationships is make a decision for someone else who's fully capable of makin' it themselves. Unless they explicitly ask you to.
Give him a few days, if you're wantin' to ask about it. I'd tell you to take the temperature of the situation, but I think we both know that gauge might need a little.. fine tunin', to say the least. [He gives a little pull of a smile.] Not talkin' about it at all might be weirder, just don't.. Ya know. Don't run at it straight on, first thing.
And like I said, it's too early to really tell how he feels about it either way. Maybe he doesn't care and I'm worryin' for nothin'. [But maybe not and it's that maybe not that Raylan pays more attention to.]
[ Counterpoint, Roman thinks, Roman's the best and he knows better than everyone, but he's not stupid enough to say that out loud. He settles for listening, looking vaguely bored--which is, in its own way, a sure sign he's actually paying attention outside of a board room. ]
Maybe. You're the one who spends more time with him, though.
[ A beat, and Roman actually allows himself to giggle. ]
I think a pirate without an eye is kind of fucking awesome, personally.
Yup. An I'm still in the dark. He needs time and now that we're back, he can get it.
[Raylan bobs his head, lips threatening to break into a smile.]
Might wanna lead with that. Avoid any mentions of Halloween costumes or.. Jesus.. You ever see that Robin William's movie, Hook? Dustin Hoffman, Julie Roberts. I wonder what he'd think of all that shit. As long as it ain't degradin' and you don't go Full Metal Jacket on him..
Always does tend to grease the wheels a little. And I can guess that he might be.. a little self conscious.
She really was. You ever see Pretty Woman? Those skirts- [He let out a low whistle.] Her and Sandra Bullock.
Since the Barge is all... Fucky, you're gonna have to let me know when your cabin finally comes back. The dorms suck, I agree but it's better than sleepin' on the floor for right now, right?
[Holy shit. That sounded sincere and it only took quick study of the profile of Roman's face for Raylan to see that it was.
Raylan smiles crookedly, trying to not be too obvious about it. He was touched.]
Couldn't leave you here to deal with all this bullshit by yourself... Thank you for passin' out. Saved yourself a lotta discomfort you didn't need to suffer.
[And he was happy for Roman's safety. No lessons to be learned on those ships.
Raylan's expression turns a little sly, a more mischievous air playing at the corner of his lips, and he lifts an arm, in offering.]
You wanna hug it out?
[Good money was on Roman shoving him and making some kind of smart assed comment - That would be just as okay as Roman accepting, however rare Raylan thought the chances of that would be.]
Roman stops what he's doing, eyes narrowed, front lip bared to show the slightest amount of teeth. He knows that look on Raylan by now--he loves coaxing it out of the other. The little shit knows he's being a dick. It's pretty much perfect.
Roman doesn't miss a beat. ]
You wanna suck my dick? [ And, because that's pretty much the end of that, Roman is already walking away. He's got other people to check on, after all. Flint. John. Eiffel, even if he hates that the other is now officially on the list of 'people roman cares about.' ]
[Raylan breaks into a broad grin and chuckles openly as his arm falls. That was, unsurprisingly, the most appropriate and best way to end a conversation with Roman. But it let him go about the rest of his day without having to worry about if Roman was okay or not.
The only person on the ship that might be 'okay' was Roman, Trixie, and Dorian.]
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Banana phone?
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Wherever you were? Be glad you weren't on the Clipper. Or.. shit, any of the ships really. You know Trixie and Dorian got to skip it all too? Roadtrippin'.
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-- no, wait, this is actually fucking hilarious and he has every right to giggle. ]
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I have a feeling it's because Trixie, Dorian and I are all actually really fucking cool people and you guys are mostly wastes of spaces, so no, I'm not surprised.
Glad you're back, though. Really-really.
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Uh-huh. You better be. Otherwise who's gonna keep your ass on this side'a the rails.
Since you've taken it easy, I expect your narrow ass in with Dorian as soon as the pantry is back up and runnin'.
[Yeah yeah, he missed you too.]
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You're not gonna keep sitting on your ass, though, right? 'Cause there's a shitton of your birds roaming around and the thought of stepping in chicken shit with these shoes is giving me literal anxiety.
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... The bird did fuck a lot though, there's.. more than I left behind. And I've also gotta help get the Lounge goin' again.
[But the idle mirth in his face slipped away, leaving him a little more seriously drawn and giving Roman a glimpse into his worry.]
I'm gonna do what I can between sittin' with Flint in the dorms. He's not in the best spot, comin' back. Deathtollin' for one. Lost an eye for another.
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He chews the inner portion of his cheek, mostly to try to remind himself he needs to behave even after that last sentence sets off absolutely every single instinct Roman has to roast, joke, make fun of, and cut someone down. He breathes, puts his hands on his hips, turns his palms outward as he does so--a usual pose for him, even if he's trying very hard to contain himself. Act casual.
But jesus, he's going to explode if he doesn't say anything.
Shit. ]
That's, uh... Wow. That's. Something.
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Ain't it just. Least he didn't lose his leg. I'm sure a pegleg would be the end of him bein' able to walk around and call himself pirate without a full showin' out of the pirates of Penzance or somethin'. I'm gonna give him some time but.. We should be able to find someone to restore the eye. If he wants it.
So take it easy the first few days with him, huh? Plenty of times to make light of it later. When it'll make be less.. raw a fact of life.
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What about Dracula? He fixed up Eiffel.
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Dracula would be my first pick. Guy can make and do all sorts of shit. Blew a hole in the Clipper at the end of the riot too, I was impressed.. But it's gotta be his decision, not mine. I can't go talkin' to people for a solution if he doesn't want it and it's too soon to know all that..
Losing shit like that is traumatic. He's got a right to some time to come to terms with what happened.
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And Roman still hasn't found a way to use that to his advantage. Shame.
Flint in general is pretty cool, that's something Roman never bothers to deny--just like he knows how much Raylan cares about Flint, and his idle thought is instantly proved when his warden starts mentioning choices for the other. The reasoning of why Roman shouldn't point it out that gets him, though. His brows narrow. ]
Yeah, sure, but isn't the most obvious solution to just fix it for him right now if you've got the power? Save him the trouble? And can I still point it out or am I banned from that, too?
[ There's no malice. He's actually sort of trying to understand. ]
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Roman, a word of advice - if you ever get into a relationship with anyone, romantic or not, the stupidest thing any man has ever done in the history of relationships is make a decision for someone else who's fully capable of makin' it themselves. Unless they explicitly ask you to.
Give him a few days, if you're wantin' to ask about it. I'd tell you to take the temperature of the situation, but I think we both know that gauge might need a little.. fine tunin', to say the least. [He gives a little pull of a smile.] Not talkin' about it at all might be weirder, just don't.. Ya know. Don't run at it straight on, first thing.
And like I said, it's too early to really tell how he feels about it either way. Maybe he doesn't care and I'm worryin' for nothin'. [But maybe not and it's that maybe not that Raylan pays more attention to.]
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Maybe. You're the one who spends more time with him, though.
[ A beat, and Roman actually allows himself to giggle. ]
I think a pirate without an eye is kind of fucking awesome, personally.
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[Raylan bobs his head, lips threatening to break into a smile.]
Might wanna lead with that. Avoid any mentions of Halloween costumes or.. Jesus.. You ever see that Robin William's movie, Hook? Dustin Hoffman, Julie Roberts. I wonder what he'd think of all that shit. As long as it ain't degradin' and you don't go Full Metal Jacket on him..
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....Tinkerbell was really hot in that movie. Like. Really, really.
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She really was. You ever see Pretty Woman? Those skirts- [He let out a low whistle.] Her and Sandra Bullock.
Since the Barge is all... Fucky, you're gonna have to let me know when your cabin finally comes back. The dorms suck, I agree but it's better than sleepin' on the floor for right now, right?
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...Thank you. For not dying and shit.
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Raylan smiles crookedly, trying to not be too obvious about it. He was touched.]
Couldn't leave you here to deal with all this bullshit by yourself... Thank you for passin' out. Saved yourself a lotta discomfort you didn't need to suffer.
[And he was happy for Roman's safety. No lessons to be learned on those ships.
Raylan's expression turns a little sly, a more mischievous air playing at the corner of his lips, and he lifts an arm, in offering.]
You wanna hug it out?
[Good money was on Roman shoving him and making some kind of smart assed comment - That would be just as okay as Roman accepting, however rare Raylan thought the chances of that would be.]
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Roman stops what he's doing, eyes narrowed, front lip bared to show the slightest amount of teeth. He knows that look on Raylan by now--he loves coaxing it out of the other. The little shit knows he's being a dick. It's pretty much perfect.
Roman doesn't miss a beat. ]
You wanna suck my dick? [ And, because that's pretty much the end of that, Roman is already walking away. He's got other people to check on, after all. Flint. John. Eiffel, even if he hates that the other is now officially on the list of 'people roman cares about.' ]
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The only person on the ship that might be 'okay' was Roman, Trixie, and Dorian.]