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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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[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[behold, food!] Huh, nice sorta kitchen. [and immediately raids it for food, pulling a chilled sandwich out of the fridge and looking happy.]

[gotitwrong]

[we shall say Ray leans against a counter] Hey... [idea!] Won't need to pay for stuff normal like if we can get it here for free.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris brightens up at this.] Free snacks, lunches, anything we want. Got a pub right here, too. [Mmm, sandwich.]

[gotitwrong]

Guess this place isn't all bad, eh?