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[lastgunslinger]

Roland acquired a coat from the Bar. Because he doesn't need to be catching a cold while he's here. And also he's had enough of being cold to last him several lifetimes, we all say thankya.

So he's out by the swing again. Smoking. Later he'll walk some.

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[lastgunslinger]

"I did."

And if he's thinking of what Andronicus Crowley asked him to do...well.

"Think the phrase is 'about damn time'."

[aj_crawley]

"Good," he says, vehemently. And then, a moment later, "'S good to see you. Last I saw, you were leading the Merry Men off to destroy River's Academy. Never did get to congratulate you on that."

[lastgunslinger]

"We weren't entirely merry." But he inclines his head. "Say thankya." A little wry: "I'm a little sorry I didn't get to see the end of it."

[aj_crawley]

"You're telling me," he says, with a snort. "At least you got to go."

[lastgunslinger]

Roland looks at him.

And almost says something.

And then doesn't.

[aj_crawley]

He holds up a hand, sighing.

"I know, I know, temporal paradox. I 'spose I'll just have to... wait and see."

[lastgunslinger]

"You're good at that, I wot."

Demon, and all.

[aj_crawley]

"Well, I'm not exactly patient by nature," he replies with a wry shrug, "but it does help when you know that everything eventually will come around."

[lastgunslinger]

Roland looks at him.

"...sometimes I wonder whose side you're truly on."

A very, very small smile.

[aj_crawley]

"Off the record?"

Quiet.

"Mine. Me and mine."

[lastgunslinger]

Roland grins.

It's kind of ugly.

"Off the record, then."

[aj_crawley]

"...I have a pretty broad definition of 'mine'," he admits after a moment.

[lastgunslinger]

"That's as it should be, I wot. Means you're living well."

[aj_crawley]

"Or living long, at least."


"'Course, on the record, I'm evil."

[lastgunslinger]

"Never doubted it for an instant." Smoothly.

[aj_crawley]

This is dicey ground, this is.

"D'you know, er, how long you'll be - ?"

[lastgunslinger]

Roland is silent for a moment, staring out at the lake.

"A few days, at most."

He looks at Crowley.

"Will you be here, when I go? For River?"

[aj_crawley]

It's a good thing Crowley's leaning on the swing, at this point. As it is, his mouth drops open ever so slightly, before he catches himself and it shuts, with an audible click of teeth.

For a few moments, Crowley focuses very intently on a patch of snow at his feet.

He has the very bizarre feeling that, were he to lift his feet, he might not see any footprints.

He feels lighter - like the hang-time before the

(F = G(Mm/r2))

drop that never really is, because

(find someone to carry you)

Crowley always catches it on time.

"Yes," he says.

And nods.

[lastgunslinger]

"It is very well," says Roland. Quietly. With weight on each word.

And Crowley can take that however he likes.