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Spotted my fingerprints in that, did you?
[He won't deny it.]
[He won't deny it.]
Bible study has dropped off, and that was only ever me and Tiff. She'd never actually met an Evangelical before, I don't think, despite having converted in prison.
Not so keen on the part of Bible study that was actually studying the Bible, then?
Surprised y'all never dragged that big ol' Irish boy ran the chapel into it. Seen that youngin Cole go in there from time to time, too, if y'all feel the need to wind it up again.
Surprised y'all never dragged that big ol' Irish boy ran the chapel into it. Seen that youngin Cole go in there from time to time, too, if y'all feel the need to wind it up again.
Not so much that, as she was an inmate when we started, and got a little nervous about my being fond of her after that changed.
[He admits; his assessment, at least.]
Honest, it was a stretch for me, getting into it with just her. I haven't believed properly in years and years.
[He admits; his assessment, at least.]
Honest, it was a stretch for me, getting into it with just her. I haven't believed properly in years and years.
[Gah- he makes an astonished face, and shakes his head. No, Omar.]
Some day I will actually have to tell you about my taste in women, just because you're clearly so far afield.
[But it does feel a little strange to contemplate now, he can readily admit.]
I both did, and did not mean biblically.
Some day I will actually have to tell you about my taste in women, just because you're clearly so far afield.
[But it does feel a little strange to contemplate now, he can readily admit.]
I both did, and did not mean biblically.
Well, I for once am certainly glad to hear there wasn't no getting biblical in Bible study.
I suppose I'm... more or less glad to hear I ain't match up well with your taste in women, neither. Speaking of which, reason I called up: 'chu say, honey? Wanna be my date tonight?
I suppose I'm... more or less glad to hear I ain't match up well with your taste in women, neither. Speaking of which, reason I called up: 'chu say, honey? Wanna be my date tonight?
Mm mm, I meant you were far afield in your guessing, if Tiffany was the best you could come up with. You-
[Well, he'll let that one be, just wink, and let him wonder.]
I'd love to. But I'll warn you, I'm going to have to hang back after and check on Eggsy a bit. He's putting this on because I twisted his arm- [So he's sort of stuck between bad friend etiquette and bad date etiquette. He taps his bottom lip, thoughtfully.] But afterwards?
[Well, he'll let that one be, just wink, and let him wonder.]
I'd love to. But I'll warn you, I'm going to have to hang back after and check on Eggsy a bit. He's putting this on because I twisted his arm- [So he's sort of stuck between bad friend etiquette and bad date etiquette. He taps his bottom lip, thoughtfully.] But afterwards?
[He smiles. Okay.]
You're going to love this movie.
[No, it's terrible, be afraid Omar.]
You're going to love this movie.
[No, it's terrible, be afraid Omar.]
[Omar thinks about staying, once he and Eggsy have as much of the room squared away as they can. It's a desire that's a little bit selfless -- to make sure Haydon stays out -- and a little bit selfish -- to steal a look at all this paper still piled up on the desk -- and a little bit that other thing. The part of him that knows he doesn't know when he'll see Ricki again, and doesn't like the idea of locking the last piece of him away.
In the end, a lot conspires to drive him back to his own room, with Ricki's door locked tight behind him, but he leaves a handwritten note right on top of the stack:]
Still easy to find me.
[Please do, is what he means.]
In the end, a lot conspires to drive him back to his own room, with Ricki's door locked tight behind him, but he leaves a handwritten note right on top of the stack:]
Still easy to find me.
[Please do, is what he means.]
[Well, there are a lot of ways he thinks about handling this. And then there's Harry Hart, walking the halls, and all those ways go right out the window; Ricki bursts over towards Omar's, knocks on the door fast and urgent, fingers crossed, praying he's in, and that his weapon is where he thinks it is.]
[Omar is still himself, he's still in, and Ricki's weapon is still in his pocket, as are his pills. Because he's still himself -- maybe now more than ever, after the shakeup with Haydon -- he doesn't open the door right away. He calls through it, first:]
You back, darlin'?
You back, darlin'?
We're picking up one another's verbal habits. I didn't realize it until I protested 'ayo' to Tiffany yesterday.
[He calls back, lightly.]
[He calls back, lightly.]
Edited 2015-08-18 20:19 (UTC)
[Thank God. He lets out a deep breath and pulls his hand off the gun, pulling Ricki straight into his arms as soon as he opens the door. He tucks his head against his shoulder for a moment, mumbles into his neck:]
Didn't have a lotta love for your visitor.
Didn't have a lotta love for your visitor.
Edited 2015-08-18 20:26 (UTC)
I know, and as much as I want to throw you into bed, by some miracle he's still here, maybe I passed him off to Peter or something-
[Reaching a hand up, cradling the back of Omar's head and hugging him in tight, completely forgetting what he was going to say for a minute in the face of how good it is to hang on to him, just for a moment.]
[Reaching a hand up, cradling the back of Omar's head and hugging him in tight, completely forgetting what he was going to say for a minute in the face of how good it is to hang on to him, just for a moment.]
The hall, headed that way. Please tell me it's you who's got my gun.
[Hands tightening hopefully in Omar's shirt front.]
Otherwise I'm doing this hand to hand.
[Hands tightening hopefully in Omar's shirt front.]
Otherwise I'm doing this hand to hand.
Hell no.
[Which is said, needless to say, emphatically. As far as Omar's concerned, if Ricki goes near Bill Haydon, it's still not going to be any closer than a gunshot away.
Really, he'd like to be the one to put a bullet in the man himself, but he begrudgingly has to admit that it's Ricki's right of first refusal. He glances down the hall, biting his lip, eyes sparking with anger, but then he reaches into his pocket and palms the gun over to Ricki.]
Got something else of yours, too -- for later.
[Which is said, needless to say, emphatically. As far as Omar's concerned, if Ricki goes near Bill Haydon, it's still not going to be any closer than a gunshot away.
Really, he'd like to be the one to put a bullet in the man himself, but he begrudgingly has to admit that it's Ricki's right of first refusal. He glances down the hall, biting his lip, eyes sparking with anger, but then he reaches into his pocket and palms the gun over to Ricki.]
Got something else of yours, too -- for later.
Do you? You're an absolute gem.
[Kissing him on the cheek, before checking the clip, smiling in satisfaction at the round already chambered, and then looking back up at him with a wicked, violent glint in his eyes. Someone is about to suffer some damage.]
I'm going to dash, but I'm also going to make this up to you.
[Kissing him on the cheek, before checking the clip, smiling in satisfaction at the round already chambered, and then looking back up at him with a wicked, violent glint in his eyes. Someone is about to suffer some damage.]
I'm going to dash, but I'm also going to make this up to you.
Didn't feel right leaving it there.
[He watches the burst of sudden, eager movement that is Ricki, torn between something like proud anticipation at the idea of Bill Haydon catching a bullet from him and dread that it will end up the other way around.
He's not about to stop him, though. All he does is smile wanly when Ricki kisses his cheek, and pull him in to catch his lips quickly before he takes off.]
Happy hunting, boo.
[He watches the burst of sudden, eager movement that is Ricki, torn between something like proud anticipation at the idea of Bill Haydon catching a bullet from him and dread that it will end up the other way around.
He's not about to stop him, though. All he does is smile wanly when Ricki kisses his cheek, and pull him in to catch his lips quickly before he takes off.]
Happy hunting, boo.
[Ricki returns the kiss, gladly, and gives him a quick wink before slipping out the door, with a few familiar whistled bars.
Those farmers, in those various dells.]
Those farmers, in those various dells.]
FIRST: classic ricki
THEN: post-apocalyptic australian ricki
AND NOW: psycho 20s london gangster ricki
seriously what the fuck does the admiral have about your face.
THEN: post-apocalyptic australian ricki
AND NOW: psycho 20s london gangster ricki
seriously what the fuck does the admiral have about your face.
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