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[gotitwrong]

[Ray is on the plane, looking his usual pleasant self. what is he doing, you might ask? ...he's removing the stitches from his face. so he's pretty much sitting at a table, with a mirror, snipping the threads and ripping them out one handed, since he still has an arm in a sling]

Fuckin'...

[he growls (in a way), and yanks out another stitch, wincing a bit as it catches] Shit.

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[gotitwrong]

[a half shrug] Dunno. Don't like it either, but I decided to tough through it. It'll fix.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Yeah, boss said it'll fix up fine in a month or so.

[gotitwrong]

's been... two weeks, I think?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Yeah, about that. Half way already.

[gotitwrong]

Think you can make it through?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[nods quickly.] Yeah, yeah, course. I'll be fine.

[gotitwrong]

[a firm nod] I'll try to put up with Pangbourn. Ugh.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

It'll be all right, yeah? Just a couple more weeks.

[gotitwrong]

Yeah. [though he still sort of snorts over the idea of it] Hey. When this's over, how 'bout we hit the pub. [he grins] Stay for a week.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[This suggestion heartens Chris!] Oh yeah that'd be perfect. Get pissed until we can't see straight.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray knew it would!] Wouldn't mind passin' out on the floor, then. Be for a good cause.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Get up, have another pint and pass out again.

[gotitwrong]

[He grins widely] Only hafta worry 'bout somebody tossin' us out while we're too pissed to notice.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

The pub wouldn't, yeah? Or this place. No one runs this one.

[gotitwrong]

Perfect. We'll do it here, then. And nobody'd know we were gone, 'cept the Boss and the Guv. 'cause that whole time thing.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Blimey, that time thing's still confusing, ain't it?

[gotitwrong]

[Ray nods] Aye. Pop off for an hour or two, come back, 's same time when you left. [a pause] You been keepin' your watch properly timed?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Uhm, mostly, yeah. [Chris taps his watch.] Been trying to keep it in time but I forget sometimes.

[gotitwrong]

Probably should take it off 'fore you come here. [half shrug] Dunno, might fix it.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah, I might. [we all know he's going to forget.]

[gotitwrong]

[yes, we do] Though... 's still weird. 'cause- time don't stop like that.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Maybe it don't. Maybe it's like...a magic trick. That sorta thing.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray's expression can be summed up with 'you're joking' and something that could generally be called generalised disbelief]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris just shrugs =/ It makes sense to him.]

[gotitwrong]

Don't believe in magic. [take that, magic! you aren't real! :|]