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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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."