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[latino_menace]

It's pretty damn early by Milliways standards but the mun is on a day-long homework kick Ramon can't sleep any longer and coffee was beckoning. He's surprised to find that the weather is pretty damn glorious outside - cold, but perfectly clear - so he heads outside for a walk and a smoke, enjoying the weather.


[OOC: I'll be here for the next thirteen seven hours or so, so tag any time. Will be a brief period of slowtime at around 17:00 GMT Here all evening and into the night, have at. Save me from endless homework please!

All threads millitimed to take place before Ruin's.]

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[ten_of_swords]

Ruin's been lounging in the bar since his wife had slipped away.

And, why, look. There's the fellow he'd been hoping to see. He watches Ramon head outside, and he quietly follows him, keeping a good dozen steps behind.

Never good to sneak up on Ramon.

He's probably armed.

Not that that's a concern for Ruin, but, damn, this was a new shirt.

[latino_menace]

He's certainly armed.

...the coffee he's holding is really hot. Of course, there are guns and knives too but coffee stains can be difficult to get out of fabric.

That aside, Ramon is not unaware he's being followed. He heads towards the stables because it's good to have something solid at your back before confronting a stalker. Also good to have something to lounge against when turning to see who it is.

'Ruin.'

That might just be a smug grin appearing right there.

[ten_of_swords]

Ruin crosses his arms, looking Ramon up and down. "Aww. Didn't know you'd be so happy to see me. Does this mean I get hugs and kisses?"

[latino_menace]

'Unlikely.'

He finds it hard to believe that Ruin would be talking to him if he hadn't seen Mary Anne already, so he adds;

'I'm just assuming you've spoken to your wife.'

[ten_of_swords]

Ruin presses his palm to his heart, trying to affect an air of seriousness.

"Of course. Communication is the cornerstone of every good marriage."

[latino_menace]

'Really? And here's me thinking it was sex.'

He laughs.

'Though I suppose if your marriage rested on that it wouldn't get very far.'

[ten_of_swords]

"Legs is quite happy in bed with me, Ramon," Ruin asserts. "Duty just sometimes gets in the way, and she runs off to play in the sandbox for a bit. Fucking doesn't mean all that much. When she does your laundry, then you know you matter."

[latino_menace]

'She's cooked for me, does that count?'

But Ramon isn't interested in the mechanics of a proper relationship. He's already got one of those. Or did.

'And you already know I matter to her. Everyone knows that.'

[ten_of_swords]

Ruin leans against a tree.

"You sort of came with the package." He wrinkles his nose. "Though I think the expiration date has long past."

[latino_menace]

'Yeah, that's me. Part of the furniture.'

But he doesn't sound amused.

'And if you want to be honest with yourself for a moment, you'll discover that it was you that came with the package.'

Ramon doesn't think of this as him intruding on an established relationship. He sees it as Ruin intruding on them.

[ten_of_swords]

Ruin tsks.

"And such a pretty package I am."

[latino_menace]

'Not from where I'm standing.'

He takes a mouthful of coffee, eyeing the being over the rim.

'So, what's this about? Trying to warn me off?'

There's a gleam in his eye, and he's smirking as he adds;

'Or did you just want to compare notes?'

[ten_of_swords]

"There's nothing to warn you off of. She's my wife. A little pointless dally with you isn't going to change that."

Ruin watches Ramon.

Closely.

"Just wondering if there needs to be some sort of fist fight, some childish name calling, bloodletting of some sort."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

It's not exactly rare to see Spoon outside, although it is to see him outside on the full moon. It's just that he had a good Hunt last night, and most of his family (everyone but the girls) tend to want him not to clean trophies around the house.

Which is why he's seated out by the lake on a big rock, carefully polishing the skull of.

Something.

Big. With odd bones hanging off the jaw. For tentacles.

[latino_menace]

[OOC: We threaded them once before, yis? It was fun!]

Ramon's wandering by, smoking and sipping at his coffee alternately. When he sees Spoon he nods an acknowledgement and is going to pass on by...but then he sees the...thing.

...nope, staring at it for a while doesn't throw up any clues for him.

'Been fishing?'

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon blinks at him, "Nah. Huntin'. Fucker tasted nasty, it did."

[latino_menace]

[OOC: Lol, it was about two years ago I think. I remember them talking about guns!]

He's clearly trying to recollect something.

'Spoon, isn't it?'

Still staring at the thing.

'What is it? Was it.'

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Spoon is me." Spoon agrees, "This is, uh." he holds the skull up (it's bigger than his own head) and eventually offers, "Ugly. It was ugly. Now it is still ugly, but not nearly as ugly."

[latino_menace]

'Where the fuck did you catch it?'

Not here, surely. He'd remember if there were things looking like roaming around the grounds.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Haven't a clue the name of the place." Spoon says with a shrug, "Had bad air, it did. Made me head fuzzy. Not in the wolf manner."

[latino_menace]

'If you don't know where it was, how did you get there?'

Obvious question, he feels.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"I say 'Ace, me love, I need to kill sommat.' and Ace takes me somewhere with things to kill." Spoon explains, helpfully.

[latino_menace]

'Oh.'

Well, that makes sense. And domestic, in a Milliways kind of way.

'Did it put up much of a fight? Looks pretty big.'

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it was pretty feisty." he agrees, giving it a pat, "Tasted like shite, though."

[latino_menace]

'Better tell her to pick better places then.'

Mysogyny, thy name is Ramon. At the moment, anyway.