"Oh, totally, I've always wanted to look like an extra in a community theatre version of Guys and Dolls," Roman snaps back, but there's no venom in his voice. If the crinkles in his eyes are anything to go by, he's actually impressed.
"Look at you, Mr. Nascar. Knowing your shit. Next you're going to tell me you've been playing the stock market game this whole time."
This is good. This is easy. This is natural, between them, a nice ebb and flow, even with emotions involved. It's nice. It feels weird.
"Don't you look like that now?" He's teasing, he promises. Mainly because he'd never seen Guys and Dolls so he has no real context for the joke.
"Nah, I'm barely a step above shovin' my cash in a mattress and I'm far too cheap be to be havin' a portfolio. Not willin' to risk the money like that." He might be richer if he did but he also might lose it all. He knew what the stock market was like, he knows how it can go.
"You uh.. you got it all back? This.. memory. Weirdest shit to happen yet, by the way, standing around recallin' someone's personal business."
Raylan's got jokes now, and Roman can't even be insulted at the dig being hurled at him. Not when it's a good one. He nods approvingly, even says a strong, loud 'nice' to show his approval like he would with Kendall.
As for the memory, the frowns slightly, cants his head to the side with unnessecary dramatic flare, and hums.
"Yeah, I think so. Boar, floor, Tom Wambsgans on his knees like a little bitch, Gerri looking smoking hot....Yeah. You? Dad, kneecap, gun, that's all there?"
He snorts softly at the 'Nice' and shakes his head with a smile.
"Yeah. I think I'm all set. You doin' alright, pickin' up everyone else's bullshit? Because I'll be honest with you, it's throwin' me for a goddamned loop."
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"Look at you, Mr. Nascar. Knowing your shit. Next you're going to tell me you've been playing the stock market game this whole time."
This is good. This is easy. This is natural, between them, a nice ebb and flow, even with emotions involved. It's nice. It feels weird.
Healthy, even.
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"Nah, I'm barely a step above shovin' my cash in a mattress and I'm far too cheap be to be havin' a portfolio. Not willin' to risk the money like that." He might be richer if he did but he also might lose it all. He knew what the stock market was like, he knows how it can go.
"You uh.. you got it all back? This.. memory. Weirdest shit to happen yet, by the way, standing around recallin' someone's personal business."
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As for the memory, the frowns slightly, cants his head to the side with unnessecary dramatic flare, and hums.
"Yeah, I think so. Boar, floor, Tom Wambsgans on his knees like a little bitch, Gerri looking smoking hot....Yeah. You? Dad, kneecap, gun, that's all there?"
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"Yeah. I think I'm all set. You doin' alright, pickin' up everyone else's bullshit? Because I'll be honest with you, it's throwin' me for a goddamned loop."