[ 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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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.]