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Ray hasn't gone home yet from the other night. After Romana came out to meet him, he broke out his holocomputer and got a compatible imaging device from the Bar for it, and pretty much every possible visual aspect of the Acrocanthosaurus parts he brought back got captured and recorded for future study. Right now he's still out back working on the head in question, but that's because it needed to be stripped down and cleaned as thoroughly as possible. Lots of photographs, lots of samples taken, you name it.

At least the skull (which is currently in two pieces, having been neatly split down the middle courtesy of Ray's lightsaber) is laid out neatly on a tarp close to the Bar's outer rear wall while Ray works on cleaning up the last few traces of squishy matter. He'd probably be good with a distraction, though.

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"Uh." Spoon blinks at him, "Lets...avoid things that explode. I'd rather be seen than explode. Exploding would piss Ace off." And that would be BAD. "Yeah, I was the wolf at the time."

"All right, fair enough," Ray says. "It was a thought. Congratulations on getting that kill, though. That's pretty impressive.'

"Fuck yes." Spoon says, flipping out his wallet. He's got to pass Ace, the Wells family, etc. etc. but he gets to a picture of the head.

Ray only marginally registers the pictures, mostly because he's not really all that good with people when something potentially geekish is at hand. The head, though- "Great googa mooga, you used your teeth on that?" he exclaims. "Wow. I'd be afraid to put my mouth anywhere near a being with that kind of design."

"Yeaah." He says cheerfully, "It fuckin' put it's teeth on me, first. Had to grow back three fingers on top of it all."

"Man. All I've got is demon scars. And the scars from that rabid wolf- I promise it wasn't a werewolf, it was just a mystically enlarged guardian animal that was completely out of its mind with rabies, poor thing."

Spoon grins "Fuckin' acid? Got rid of some of me scars. Can almost bear t' look at meself in the mirror...and it's fuckin' nice to be able to feel everything that Ace does to me chest."

"I can imagine," says Ray. "I've met her a couple of times. Brilliant woman, especially when it comes to things that go boom spectacularly."

"Love her so much." He says with a laugh, "She's...love her. Puts up with me madness, puts up with me sense of humor, puts up with me family."

"You're a very lucky werewolf, then," says Ray. "A good match is hard to find. I still can't believe my own luck with Romana."

"Yeah...I am." Spoon admits it, with a grin, "Never expected any woman to look at me."

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