[ It's not quite like he's being given rules--it seems more like advice. Weird advice, probably useful advice, but Roman finally makes eye contact, more out of the absurdity of it all. Vaguely startled into having manners. ]
I really don't think he's the type of guy to go roofie. He's way too reactionary for a long-haul.
[ But he's not ruling the rest of the advice out, he's definitely going to steer clear of the speakeasy for a while. ]
And if you die, I'll kill you. [He took another deep breath.]
Now lets get your narrow ass to the infirmary so a real medical professional can take a look at that. I'll ask 'em for the good drugs too, put you on cloud 9 or somethin'.
[ Like Raylan hadn't been stitching him up. But Roman gets up, wincing as he does so, and tries his best not to look like he's secretly losing his shit. ]
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I really don't think he's the type of guy to go roofie. He's way too reactionary for a long-haul.
[ But he's not ruling the rest of the advice out, he's definitely going to steer clear of the speakeasy for a while. ]
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And if you die, I'll kill you. [He took another deep breath.]
Now lets get your narrow ass to the infirmary so a real medical professional can take a look at that. I'll ask 'em for the good drugs too, put you on cloud 9 or somethin'.
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[ Like Raylan hadn't been stitching him up. But Roman gets up, wincing as he does so, and tries his best not to look like he's secretly losing his shit. ]
Alright. But no Misty. I fucking hate her.
[ And with that, he's out the door. ]