[ And sure enough, Roman pops his head into the art room in about 3 seconds flat. Not that he was pacing the hallways before he sent that text out. Not at all. ]
[Indeed, there are dozens of alternate designs and element studies on the table surrounding him; currently Jedao is carving out a block of linoleum to make a print.]
[ he actually doesn't want one, but that's the sort of thing you say, right? Roman wrinkles his nose not in disgust but interest, leaning in to look at Jedao's work that's.. Honestly, it would be inspiring if Roman was any sort of artist. It's pretty, well crafted. ]
Ugh. These are good. You're so annoying.
[ He doesn't sound like he means the annoying part whatsoever. ]
Well, I've already thrown out all the shitty versions.
[Jedao is pretty good, but it's as much brute force as skill, at this point.
Amidst the scraps that survive the previous cull for sheer ugliness and incompetence, there are a lot of foxes, variations with yellow or green eyes, one or two or nine tails; butterflies with red wings, red and gold, red and black, red and silver, black and silver; cute teacup pigs and wild boar, pigs with a black spot on one eye like Hakkai's old eyepatch, a pig with the butterfly's wings hiding one eye under its eyespot, russet orange moths, Chinese dragons, foxes with tiger stripes, and dozens of sketches of flowers in different styles, from simple watercolor impressions to realistic charcoal sketches. The designs he keeps referencing while he carves are in an inkbrush-painting style, with simple, evocative flowing lines.]
Yeah, well. Suck at something for once in your life.
[ Far cry from how he'd said essentially the same thing to him before during the curse, something he's been absolutely avoiding talking about until now. Roman busies himself with picking up one of the butterfly ones, frowning and squinting.
You know how you stabbed yourself or someone stabbed you to fix you when that sword curse was flying around-- [ he was only half paying attention ] --and I kind of...
[ A noncommital shrug, fully complete with a mumbled, incomprehensible garble. ]
[ Of course he recalls, but coaxing Roman into being verbally emotional--especially if he knows he has to and it's his own idea--will always be a little like pulling teeth until the ball gets rolling. ]
I was uh, I mean, I hadn't exactly, you know, said... anything... to you after that... Like. At all.
[ Wow this is a very interesting butterfly card. ]
[Jedao feels like it more resembles sitting quietly and working on something and not looking while a shy cat gradually sidles up to sit next to you. A skill he has been working on for some time.]
I was convalescing for a little while. You couldn't have talked to me right afterwards if you'd tried.
You were feeling terrible because of an actual curse, and you were as cruel as you knew how to be. You could've blown it off, but you apologized anyway. I think that's really brave and cool of you.
[ Roman's had to apologize to people before. Especially on the barge. But there's always an edge to it, a gruffness from the other person, or some sort of schpiel. Raylan and Jedao, though? ]
Huh.
I am brave and cool. You're right. [ His ego loves it, that's for sure. ]
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[ And sure enough, Roman pops his head into the art room in about 3 seconds flat. Not that he was pacing the hallways before he sent that text out. Not at all. ]
What's up, dick lick?
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I'm really more of a deep throat guy.
And I'm designing party invitations.
[Indeed, there are dozens of alternate designs and element studies on the table surrounding him; currently Jedao is carving out a block of linoleum to make a print.]
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[ he actually doesn't want one, but that's the sort of thing you say, right? Roman wrinkles his nose not in disgust but interest, leaning in to look at Jedao's work that's.. Honestly, it would be inspiring if Roman was any sort of artist. It's pretty, well crafted. ]
Ugh. These are good. You're so annoying.
[ He doesn't sound like he means the annoying part whatsoever. ]
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[Jedao is pretty good, but it's as much brute force as skill, at this point.
Amidst the scraps that survive the previous cull for sheer ugliness and incompetence, there are a lot of foxes, variations with yellow or green eyes, one or two or nine tails; butterflies with red wings, red and gold, red and black, red and silver, black and silver; cute teacup pigs and wild boar, pigs with a black spot on one eye like Hakkai's old eyepatch, a pig with the butterfly's wings hiding one eye under its eyespot, russet orange moths, Chinese dragons, foxes with tiger stripes, and dozens of sketches of flowers in different styles, from simple watercolor impressions to realistic charcoal sketches. The designs he keeps referencing while he carves are in an inkbrush-painting style, with simple, evocative flowing lines.]
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[ Far cry from how he'd said essentially the same thing to him before during the curse, something he's been absolutely avoiding talking about until now. Roman busies himself with picking up one of the butterfly ones, frowning and squinting.
Damn.
They really are good. ]
So, uh, I had a bit of a thought, maybe.
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[In a faux-lofty, absurd tone; yes of course he's perfect, whatever do you mean?
Then mildly, less tongue in cheek -]
Tell me your thoughts, Roman Roy.
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[ A noncommital shrug, fully complete with a mumbled, incomprehensible garble. ]
That shit happened?
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[Mild, but warm. He's not mad about it, but he's not rushing to reassure Roman until he manages to say whatever it is he's trying to say.]
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[ Of course he recalls, but coaxing Roman into being verbally emotional--especially if he knows he has to and it's his own idea--will always be a little like pulling teeth until the ball gets rolling. ]
I was uh, I mean, I hadn't exactly, you know, said... anything... to you after that... Like. At all.
[ Wow this is a very interesting butterfly card. ]
And i thought maybe I should....?
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I was convalescing for a little while. You couldn't have talked to me right afterwards if you'd tried.
[He remarks mildly.]
But I'm listening now.
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[ Jedao's got the right approach. Eventually, Roman just sort of sinks into a nearby chair. ]
So uh, about the shit I said.... It wasn't very cool.
[ A wince. ]
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[ Roman, wincing, decides now's the time to throw his head dramatically back. ]
I'm trying to say I'm sorry. I guess. For trying to dig.
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If that's what you're trying to say, then you should say it.
[Just because he's proud of you doesn't mean he's letting you off the hook just half-assing this.]
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Please don't make me say it officially.
[ Jedao's going to, isn't he? ]
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You've told me what you're trying to do. How hard you actually try to accomplish it is up to you.
[You bet your ass he is.]
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I'm sorry.
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Okay. I accept your apology.
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Really?
[ That's it? ]
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You were feeling terrible because of an actual curse, and you were as cruel as you knew how to be. You could've blown it off, but you apologized anyway. I think that's really brave and cool of you.
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[ Roman's had to apologize to people before. Especially on the barge. But there's always an edge to it, a gruffness from the other person, or some sort of schpiel. Raylan and Jedao, though? ]
Huh.
I am brave and cool. You're right. [ His ego loves it, that's for sure. ]
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[Jedao agrees sagely.]
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[ A short bark of a laugh. ]
Thanks.
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[It could be a joke about the specialest boy, but it isn't; it's quietly musing, something he's thought for a while.]
You stayed safe, I hope?
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...kinda Fratricided Kendall, too. [ And, very casually: ] You?
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