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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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[madamemoiselle]

Oh no, what happened?

[gotitwrong]

[Ray peers up, and pulls on a grin] Just a fight, luv. Nothin' you need to be worryin' 'bout.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Ah...if you keep ripping them out like that, then you'll just need new ones.

[madamemoiselle]

{She walks closer, shaking her head} But it hurts, doesn't it?

[gotitwrong]

Nah. Had 'em in for as long as I need 'em.

[gotitwrong]

Like gettin' slapped by an angry woman. [he peers into the mirror again to cut another stitch] 's nothin' a bit of painkiller won't fix.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

I mean that ripping them out like that will just make new gashes, and, really, you would need new ones. But I'm guessing that you're not the kind of person that would voluntarily go to a hospital, based on this.

[gotitwrong]

[he snorts and half rolls his eyes] Don't like hospitals.

[madamemoiselle]

...{Frowns} Would you like a little help, though? I could at least take them out for you a bit more...um, gently.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Why is that, sir?

[gotitwrong]

I'd appreciate it. 's a right pain doin' it one handed.

[gotitwrong]

Just don't like 'em. Costs money. And I can take care of meself, so there's no point goin'.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Well, it looks like this time you couldn't.

[madamemoiselle]

{Smiles, holding her hand out for the scissors}

I can't promise that it'll be painless, but it won't hurt quite as much, at least.

[gotitwrong]

Ain't much to be done with a busted shoulder.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Oh, is that it? You must have gotten in a fight, then.

[gotitwrong]

[he passes them over] I'll be fine. Ain't like it's gonna leave me writhin' in pain. [he smirks. in his head, the idea of ANYONE flailing and crying over some torn stitches is actually rather hilarious]

[gotitwrong]

Mhm. Gave me a good fight, they did.

[madamemoiselle]

{She places one of her hands delicately on the opposite side of his face, snipping another stitch and starting to pull it carefully}

Well, I don't really like hurting people, so...Well, not anymore at least.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Ah, really? Was it fun, then?

[gotitwrong]

Don't mind it meself. [Ray shrugs] So long as you ain't rippin' my face open, luv, it don't make a difference.

[gotitwrong]

'cept for the part where the bastards carved up my face. And the shoulder.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, I wouldn't do that, I promise. Don't you think the people here would be mad at me if I did that?

{She laughs a little, but starts on the next one}

I know that Sam would, anyways.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

That would make it considerably less fun, yes. But it's not terrible, is it?

[gotitwrong]

Might, might not. Chris'd get upset, I know.

[and Sam, well, he has to think on Sam]

The Boss? Dunno. Might assume I were the one what made you do it.