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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.

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

{DUNNO MAN. A LOT OF PEOPLE HERE SEEM TO. Your boss does. Kind of.}

Oh, you shouldn't call them birds, though! It's not nice!

[gotitwrong]

[then maybe it's the gay]

She were me girl, then. That better, luv?

[madamemoiselle]

{Definitely the gay}

Call her by her name.

[gotitwrong]

[i'm going to have to keep a file of Ray's conquests, because on hand I know of Trudy, Wilma, Sarah, Heather, his new girl, Katie, and I'm naming this one...]

Amanda's her name. Don't talk with her much anymore. Breakups're rarely happy, yeah?

[madamemoiselle]

Well, that may be true, but...It's still nice to call her by her name. Even if you broke up, that doesn't mean that you have to treat her badly, right?

[gotitwrong]

Suppose so. Guess 'm still just a bit bitter.

[madamemoiselle]

Why did you break up?

[gotitwrong]

Fightin'. Was nice for a bit, but it all went to shit. [Ray gives a half shrug] Couldn't agree on much. Stuff like that.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, you must not have been a good match for each other, then.

[gotitwrong]

Aye. As I were sayin', she got huffy a lot 'cause I couldn't buy everythin' that struck her fancy. Right pain in the arse sometimes. Fair share of the fightin' were 'bout stupid stuff like that.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, then she wasn't a very good girlfriend to begin with. ♥

[gotitwrong]

[Ray nods] Think she's datin' a new bloke, now.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, too bad for him, right?

[gotitwrong]

[Ray laughs] Too right.

[madamemoiselle]

{She smiles} But your girlfriend now, she's better, right?

[gotitwrong]

Aye. Katie don't bug me for nothin'. She lets me do my thing, I let her do hers. Works a treat.

[madamemoiselle]

...That doesn't sound fun, though!

[gotitwrong]

[Ray grins] Nah, you see, we go out and do stuff, yeah? Clubs, flicks, parties. Just at the flat, we let each other do what we want. If she wants to read, I don't bug her. If I wanna watch telly, she lets me do it. [he, of course, thinks this is perfect] Course she'll sit with me. Usually she'll be readin' sommat.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, well I guess if both of you enjoy it, that's okay. I think it'd be boring, but...ah, I guess with someone I really liked it would be nice.

[gotitwrong]

T'ain't borin', luv. Just sometimes we wanna do our own thing. We do plenty together, just not everythin'.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, that makes sense, I guess. As long as the two of you are having a good time! Ne, like...Oh, when Sam and I went for a walk the first time, I really liked that.