[ Raylan better be at his cabin, otherwise Roman's going to look mighty stupid knocking on his cabin's door. It's a steady tap-tap-tap-tap of his knuckles, A perpetual and very annoying continual knock. ]
[He was home - where else would he be? Too early for the lounge, too early to be drinking on Deck. Some Rules were slowly coming back up and frankly, that was a good thing. But Raylan sighs at the sound, scoffs at the statement and opens his door, looking quietly amused with a faint lift of his eyebrows.]
Ain't it too early for you to be this loud? Where's the fire?
Oh, it's fire alright. It's a fucking fireworks display. [ He's in a good mood. So much so he'll reach up and grab Raylan by the back of the neck to hold him still while he tip-toes up and kisses his cheek like a European mother. ]
Hi. We're celebrating, by the way. Just so you know. [ A pat on Raylan's cheek before he wanders on in. ] Guess what?
[Watch those eyebrows rise up into his hairline as Roman grabs him. It was only outta love that Raylan didn't react more sharply, blinking wide eyes in a bit of disbelief as Roman kisses his cheek and whirlwinds in.]
Wha- [His brow furrows in confusion as Roman moves past.] Did you get possessed or somethin'?
[Kisses of any kind, European or otherwise, was not commonplace. He finally closes the door.]
Uhh. [Roman was almost giddy. Something had happened. It was always 50/50 as to if A Good thing happened or a Bad thing to someone else had happened. Roman was more open with his gleefully perceived victories.]
You got so much ass in this last flood that you're finally tappin' Norton? And that's only for some rules, by the way. [The ones he doesn't feel like breaking.]
[His eyes brightened a little, the precursor to a smile as Roman confirms his suspicions and protests. Gotta keep him on his toes. But whatever retort he had was shelved by the revel and his eyebrows raised, hands propping on his hips.]
Kendall's back? Is he okay? I mean - in an okay state. [The Roy's were never really 'okay'. Raylan was asking that instead of asking how Roman was doing because he had a good sense those two would be correlated and for all Roman's pep, it could be saving face.]
Ken? The biggest self-sabotaging disaster in North America? No way he's okay, he's got no access to drugs right now and he's going to explode at any minute like Oppenheimer's little firecracker.
[ And yet Roman's grinning like a kid on christmas, because at least he's here. ]
Not yet. [ But he's already drumming up ideas to makes the temporary warden's life a living hell. That's been in the forefront of his mind. Just because he wants Kendall to succeed doesn't mean he'll ever stop terrorizing him. ] No, I mean, like, with the whole fucking.... you know.
The thing. This ship's thing, the fucking--you know.
The whole rehabilitation thing? [He didn't know of any other Thing, but he also couldn't figure how the rehabilitation aspect fed into the questions he'd ask. He was a patient man, they'd figure it out.]
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almost immediately after kendall's arrival;
[ Raylan better be at his cabin, otherwise Roman's going to look mighty stupid knocking on his cabin's door. It's a steady tap-tap-tap-tap of his knuckles, A perpetual and very annoying continual knock. ]
Stop being sad, open the door.
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Ain't it too early for you to be this loud? Where's the fire?
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Hi. We're celebrating, by the way. Just so you know. [ A pat on Raylan's cheek before he wanders on in. ] Guess what?
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Wha- [His brow furrows in confusion as Roman moves past.] Did you get possessed or somethin'?
[Kisses of any kind, European or otherwise, was not commonplace. He finally closes the door.]
What happened?
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[ Gonna help himself to that alcohol like he owns the place, because in his mind he does. (sorry Raylan). ]
I thought rules meant a lot to you since you're a cop, or whatever.
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You got so much ass in this last flood that you're finally tappin' Norton? And that's only for some rules, by the way. [The ones he doesn't feel like breaking.]
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[ No. Shit. he's getting distracted. Raylan guessed, so Roman just launches right into it. ]
Ken's here.
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Kendall's back? Is he okay? I mean - in an okay state. [The Roy's were never really 'okay'. Raylan was asking that instead of asking how Roman was doing because he had a good sense those two would be correlated and for all Roman's pep, it could be saving face.]
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[ And yet Roman's grinning like a kid on christmas, because at least he's here. ]
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You gonna be okay? You seem happy that he's back but what's he gonna think about.... Ya know. Everythin'.
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[ No time to examine what Raylan meant: Roman's happy and even happier to be in his little bubble of bliss. ]
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Should I be expectin' you two to Bonnie and Clyde it up in the dining room insulting all us 99%ers?
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[ But if the grin is anything to go by, that's a 'yes.' He shrugs. ]
As much as I fucking hate this place, I think maybe it'll be good for him.
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The thing. This ship's thing, the fucking--you know.
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The whole rehabilitation thing? [He didn't know of any other Thing, but he also couldn't figure how the rehabilitation aspect fed into the questions he'd ask. He was a patient man, they'd figure it out.]