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Date: 2021-01-04 12:31 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tinstar
I don't disagree. [Expertise was valuable beyond measure and Raylan wasn't too proud to say he didn't know what the fuck was going on. He didn't have to figure it out alone and while this wasn't some government connection, it was the same idea. They were in this together, on the same side.

If there were sides.

Raylan set the receiver down on the side table the phone sat on, his footsteps receding into nothingness only to come back, less than a minute later. ]


It's fine. Knock before you come in so you don't scare the shit outta us, but you can just open the door.
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From: [personal profile] tinstar
[Raylan lifted his chin and his eyebrows in a faint greeting in reply to his last name, house warm and full of people around him. Negan was upstairs somewhere too. Seemed some couldn't quite settle on what to call him. That pleased him, for some reason.] Winchester.. We got some coffee goin' for your trouble.

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