[ he pulls away from the bars to let his fingers spring out, a very lowkey reveal of the key. nate's already been kicking around in here for too long so he doesn't waste any time unlocking the cell and holding the door open. he's really, sincerely trying not to let his grin turn too shit-eating. ]
C'mon. You think I'm that goddamn useless? The hell's the point of this star otherwise?
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[ The reveal is so blatantly, ridiculously smug that Nate wishes he could muster up something more withering than a roll of his eyes that takes its time crossing the concrete ceiling. He shouldn't be surprised. He shouldn't be, but here he is walking through the open door, shaking his head. ]
You're such an asshole.
[ Nate can't even manage to make the words sting, the huff of an incredulous laugh breaking through, wishing he could flick that smirk off Raylan's face. He makes a point of doing some exaggerated arm-stretching, as though he'd been kept in Sing-Sing's original cell block and not a twenty-foot square room with space to spare. ]
Here I was thinking I'd have to persuade a gang to take me in.
In all honesty, Nate, I would've loved to see it, [ Raylan tells him sincerely, propping a hand on his hip for a second before he swings the door closed and locked once Nate's out. Honestly, sometimes he's just too funny. Raylan ambles along beside him, still grinning to himself. ] So how'd that treat you? You reformed yet?
[ He believes it. Raylan's never made any bones about the fact he likes to see Nate improvise, and frankly, he's made uneasy alliances behind bars before. There was always the assumption he'd be getting out though, except for the time he spent a quarter of a year in the hole in Turkey. Nate could take or leave that experience. ]
Oh, I'm a changed man. Completely rehabilitated.
[ He quips with a candor so earnest it just about sounds faked. The way down the hall is short, another buzzing sound as the door at the end switches to unlocked and Nate pushes it open, gesturing Raylan through. ]
Really learned the error of my ways here, can't you tell?
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[ he pulls away from the bars to let his fingers spring out, a very lowkey reveal of the key. nate's already been kicking around in here for too long so he doesn't waste any time unlocking the cell and holding the door open. he's really, sincerely trying not to let his grin turn too shit-eating. ]
C'mon. You think I'm that goddamn useless? The hell's the point of this star otherwise?
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You're such an asshole.
[ Nate can't even manage to make the words sting, the huff of an incredulous laugh breaking through, wishing he could flick that smirk off Raylan's face. He makes a point of doing some exaggerated arm-stretching, as though he'd been kept in Sing-Sing's original cell block and not a twenty-foot square room with space to spare. ]
Here I was thinking I'd have to persuade a gang to take me in.
IT'S BEEN ♩ 19 WEEKS SINCE YOU LOOKED AT ME ♫
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Oh, I'm a changed man. Completely rehabilitated.
[ He quips with a candor so earnest it just about sounds faked. The way down the hall is short, another buzzing sound as the door at the end switches to unlocked and Nate pushes it open, gesturing Raylan through. ]
Really learned the error of my ways here, can't you tell?