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[lastgunslinger]

The door to Room 99 opens.

Roland goes to the Really Big TV that's against the wall, CDs in hand, and kneels.

"Sit wherever."

His tobacco pouch, with papers and leaf, is on the table between the two chairs by the window, if Cuthbert wants to avail himself.

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[lastgunslinger]

Roland's quiet.

Dylan: Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now I'm expecting all hell to break loose

"Better an old one than a young one. Young ones don't know what they are."

Lot of water under the bridge, lot of other stuff too
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through

"It'll be a cold day in hell, Bert."

A hint of amusement.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert can only nod.

He knows what he is well enough. So long as there's amusement in Roland's voice, it's alright.

He straightens up, the laughing fit gone.

"Say sorry, Ro'."

Not apologizing for the laughter, now.

[lastgunslinger]

A rough shrug.

"It was worse after I'd kissed her." Pause. "I was younger then."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"You--?"

Cuthbert blinks.

"When you were younger, here?"

[lastgunslinger]

Roland nods.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Roland kissed Death.

And for all that Cuthbert personally knows the wife of Dream and the daughter of Desire, the idea of that...

"You kissed one of the Seven."

It sounds as though he's still trying to fully wrap his head around the idea.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland lowers his eyes.

"Yar."

And it was the best thing.

But he doesn't need to say that.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

There's another brief laugh, and Cuthbert runs a hand through his hair.

"'God and the Man Jesus' doesn't quite seem to cover that, somehow."

He lets his hand fall, and glances back over at Roland. "Are you--is there anything I can do?"

[lastgunslinger]

Roland actually looks slightly wry. "What do you think?"

The music has stopped by this point.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

There's a crooked smile with no real humor in it.

"Yeah, didn't think so."

[lastgunslinger]

Roland gives the CD case on the floor a baleful look.

"So."

Pause.

"What do you think?"

He's talking about the music. Really.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert props his chin in one hand, looking ahead at nothing in particular.

"Not sure what to think."

And that's true of both the music, and what Roland's told him about Death. Roland can interpet it either way, if he wants.

[lastgunslinger]

"Maybe the Beatles will be better."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert glances at Roland again, one eyebrow raised.

"Beetles? That's...the name of a group of musicians?"

Bert's hardly going to resist a subject change, if that's what Roland wants.

[lastgunslinger]

"Apparently." Pause. "The ones who recorded 'Hey Jude'."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"Hunh."

If Cuthbert say the name written out, he would no doubt appreciate the cleverness. As it is--

"Weird name."

[lastgunslinger]

"They're from Eddie's world. Think it's clever, I wot." A half-shrug.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"Well." Bert tilts his head toward the TV. "Let's hear them?"

[lastgunslinger]

Roland slides from his seat and kneels by the DVD player.

His hands only shake a little as he puts the Dylan disc back in its case.