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[ It's evident on Pig's face--rather how he doesn't look up--that he's in his own world. Distant. A tongue darts out to lick dried lips and blue eyes focus on the screen--he's got a definite Irish accent, certainly from Cork, but the way he's dropping words and rearranging sentences is still a little jarring. ]

There we be. Pig and Runt. Warm like. Drinky drinky and I says "Happy Birthday, Runt!" And she? She smiles. [ There's a bit of a laugh but there's absolutely no humour in it. ]

But now where Pig, eh? Where Pig? No club, no fucking Runt. No Runt--No Runt.

Just.... Pig.

Where he be, yeah?

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[saidrepent]

[That's a good question, actually. It gives him pause.]

... Raymond Leon. [He can answer that much, at least.] If you only do what you want, you're going to end up regretting it.

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Well then, Ray, what be you to say? Maybe I be good boy this time, yeah? Sitting pretty?

[saidrepent]

[Honestly, Raymond isn't even entirely sure of what he's saying at this point.]

Whatever you do is up to you. Just don't be stupid about it.

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I'm not a stupid fella, pal.

[saidrepent]

[There's a pause.]

How old are you?

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17.

[saidrepent]

[As he suspected.]

Then you're not as smart as you think, kid.

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Oh yeah?

[saidrepent]

Yeah.

[Not that Ray expects him to believe it, of course. It's the kind of thing that really does come with age.]

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An' you know more about this, seventy-five?