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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]

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

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

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

[gotitwrong]

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

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

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

[gotitwrong]

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

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Only when I'm on duty.

[gotitwrong]

Even then 's only half the time.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

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

[gotitwrong]

Nothin' but a talkin' pit, you are.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Can't help what my tummy needs.

[gotitwrong]

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

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

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

[gotitwrong]

[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.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

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

[gotitwrong]

You already are.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris has this odd look of understanding.] Huh, yeah, guess I am.

[gotitwrong]

[they have made an awesome breakthrough] 's the only explanation.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris pauses.] Blimey, all this talk made me hungry.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray just smiles and shakes his head, complete with sigh] Oh, Chris. Think you can wait a bit 'til we go out, or you gonna hafta get somethin' now to keep from dyin'?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Maybe a snack or something?

[gotitwrong]

Fine. Let's get you sommat so I don't have to listen to you complainin' 'bout bein' hungry.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Think there's anything around here?

[gotitwrong]

Probably. They got a pub, wouldn't be surprised if they got other stuff.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[And now Chris is looking around, trying to see through the dark and galaxies. Then...] Think I see something over there. Looks like a kitchen.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray looks over] Alright. Might as well have a look.