#a. ratboy

[skogstrom]

you know i bet you look pretty when you're sucking ransom's dick, isn't that right?

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          “ I got  v i d e o s . You can find out for twenty bucks. ”

[skogstrom]

"Didn't have time t'pick out'a gift before gettin' here so I'll letcha unwrap me for your birthday."

          At first, he doesn’t quite catch it. In his head, she stopped talking          after ‘here’. Almost even shakes his head and tells her it’s fine. He          doesn’t need gifts -- it’s just another day, right? When he catches          on, George is stuck with his mouth wide open, a thousand things          to say and not one that will help him out right now.                          “ Did Red dare you to say that? ”                                      -- only explanation that makes sense.

[skogstrom]

"Georgie!" Exclaimed from the kitchen as Tig works on making lunch. He's let Skogstrom sleep in but now its time to get up. "Birthday boy, get your ass in here!"

          It’s a wonder George can even make it to the kitchen without tripping          over himself.  Well,  maybe he does once -- or four times,  each when          he  was  trying to  maneuver  through one doorway or another.   Even          with the preluding ‘Birthday boy’, Rat is acting a little more guilty than          anything.                                     “ Yeah -- What is it? ”

[skogstrom]

"S'yer day, Stromboli. Anythin' ya want. Jus' say th'word and it'll happen."

          ANYTHING. Like anything, anything? Probably thing super expensive.          Probably might not even be all that smart to be seen around too much          together, with the way this whole system is set up. And what the hell          is there to do in New Mexico, anyway? He could ask for Mason him-          self right then and there if he really wanted to, but something tells him          he can already do that.                  “ If we keep heading east, they have this thing called the                     Cadillac Ranch in Amarillo. Always wanted to spray paint                     my  n a m e  on one of them. ”

[skogstrom]

"He sends me here, all the way across the ocean to look after something so small. It figures; Desmond never did know more than destruction. He made you sound like you were some grand beacon anyone could find, but here you are. A George who looks like every other George."

            It’s the name  DESMOND  that gets  his  attention,  makes George            bristle and threaten to snap at a perfect stranger.  Well, not perfect.            The guy knows his  real name as  well as Liam’s.  Maybe the name            isn’t as much  a  secret as  he thought. There’s no telling how long            the cleaner’s been around people like this –  brash and cold and a            little more honest than Rat cares to deal with right now.                             “ Yeah? Try telling him that. Fuck knows                                he wouldn’t listen to me. ”

[skogstrom]

“Wait, were you being sarcastic or…?”

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          Kinda hard to answer that at first. Most the time, sarcasm is his first          language, but what if -- what if -- he was being totally serious at the          same time? Is that even possible? Thinking way too hard on this. No          way he’s got a real answer, so he just shrugs.          “ -- Probably. ”