No. I have a fucking reputation, and that reputation hinges on being actually cool.
[ Don't even joke, Raylan. The shirt slips on, and then the flannel, and he adjusts the keys so they're out in full view. He still looks weird without the jeans on, but he grabs the hat, puts it back on, and immediately looks for a mirror. ]
I look better than you, that's for fucking sure. You're not bad looking or anything, it's just, you know. You're not a Roy.
[ He finger guns in the mirror, just to get a feel for it. ]
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[ Don't even joke, Raylan. The shirt slips on, and then the flannel, and he adjusts the keys so they're out in full view. He still looks weird without the jeans on, but he grabs the hat, puts it back on, and immediately looks for a mirror. ]
I look better than you, that's for fucking sure. You're not bad looking or anything, it's just, you know. You're not a Roy.
[ He finger guns in the mirror, just to get a feel for it. ]
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[Raylan rolls his eyes fondly over a grin, giving Roman a disbelieving-] Oh uh-huh. Well thank you for that rave review.
[The finger guns get their own scoff but he keeps on, with a little lazy gesture towards the keys around Roman's neck.]
I see you already got the side accessories; what're those to?
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They're keys to a bunker in Montanna. You know, for the inevitable end of the world.
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Didn't figure you for a bunker, end of the world kinda guy. [In fact, he knew Roman wasn't.] Have you even ever been to Montana?