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[startacult]

This is Deputy US Marshall Tim Gutterson, leave a message.

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[putyoudown]

[Pause while he checks the network.]

Yeah, I see it. [He's got a certain impression of Leonard, but he'll keep it to himself for right now.] Let me know how it goes.

What time you wanna meet up?

[startacult]

Looks like a swell fellow, don't he? [Don't worry Raylan, he feels some way about him too, but hey, beggars, choosers, etc.]

What time d'you usually have dinner?

[putyoudown]

Can't say I've had much of a schedule. [Having no routine is getting to him, so he's starting to eat at odd hours.]

[startacult]

Really? Huh... Alright, I'll stop by at 8.

[putyoudown]

[He's about to ask what Tim wants to eat, but stops himself.] What?

[startacult]

What?

[putyoudown]

You acted surprised.

[startacult]

So?

[putyoudown]

Why?

[startacult]

Really? You gotta ask?

[putyoudown]

[Can you feel the force of this glare.]

[startacult]

Taking that silence as a no.

[Can you feel his lack of fucks?]

[putyoudown]

Someone's tryin' to get his invitation rescinded.

[startacult]

Come on Raylan, don't be like that.

[putyoudown]

You started it.

[startacult]

You sure about that, Givens?

[putyoudown]

By bein' all...surprised. [He'll stick with that story.]

[startacult]

I'm so sorry I don't think of you as a big enough mess to expect you to not have dinner hours.

[putyoudown]

[Oh.]

Well, there's a lot you didn't think of me two weeks ago.

[startacult]

Clearly.

[putyoudown]

[HUFF.] Are you tryna get laid or not?

[startacult]

Technically, you've been trying to get laid, I'm just along for the ride.

[putyoudown]

[As usual when he's run out of things to say, he settles for silent glaring, and hopes Tim can feel the judgment through his silence.]

[startacult]

Order anything you like, I'll be there at 7:30.

[putyoudown]

I like you better when you're quiet.

See you then.

[startacult]

Liar.

See you.