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life on mars (d1) ray carling

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[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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Never been. Wouldn't mind goin', though. Might be nice.

Yeah. Can't really imagine going, though. Sounds like it'd cost too much. But it'd be nice.

Aye. Don't think either of us'd be able to afford it ever. Gotta be rich to get anywhere anymore.

Not very fair, is it?

Nah. But it's how things are.

Yeah, guess it is. Manchester's nice anyway. There's Italian places if you feel like that.

[Ray grins] Wouldn't wanna be anywhere else. Other places're nice to think about, but Manchester's home.

[he nods, then grins.] Could get some Italian, though.

Don't have anythin' planned for tonight, do we?

[Chris shakes his head.] Nothing at all.

[grin!] Let's get somethin' later, then. I'll pay.

[grins back.] Blimey, sounds good to me, Ray.

Figure doin' somethin' different can't do us no harm.

[he nods!] Yeah, anything with food like that's a good idea.

[Ray laughs] You ever think with sommat other than your stomach, Chris?

Only when I'm on duty.

Even then 's only half the time.

Can't help it. Food goes right through me. Gotta keep eating and all.

Nothin' but a talkin' pit, you are.

Can't help what my tummy needs.

Yeah, yeah. [he smirks] Only eat so much cause you're trained to it. Like a dog 'round suppertime.

[he wrinkles his face.] Nah, I'm just...really hungry a lot.

[he rolls his eyes] Dunno why you should be, seein' how much you eat. [he nods] Still think you got one of them bottomless pits for a stomach.

If I've got one'em, then I'm always gonna be hungry.

You already are.