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[orangetoughguy]

Action!

[Mr. Orange is running a couple errands around town on his very nice and easy and open off-work Sunday. There's mistletoe out around the City but it's like two weeks before Christmas so that's not unusual at all, right?!]

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[saidrepent]

[Honestly, Raymond isn't sure which is angering him more: the fact that he's been cut off prematurely once again, or — more likely — the fact that, once again, he's let himself succumb wholesale to this goddamn curse.

If any of that anger shows, though, it only shows slightly. He leans back against the wall to catch his breath, straightens out his coat and hopefully conceals his front, and eyes him.]

You do that.

[orangetoughguy]

[RAYMOND HOW ARE YOU SO UNFLAPPABLE?

Orange is going to preserve his dignity by not looking down south. Ahem. He clears his throat, combs his fingers through his hair a bit, then he's on his way. Casually first. Then briskly.]

[saidrepent]

[Several decades' worth of practice helps.

Ray watches him go before doing much the same, smoothing his hair out and stalking off. May God preserve whoever crosses his path next.]