See, Fraser was still thinking in terms of being logical in arguing. Which, that was his thing, but Ray was all about random bitchinesspissiness saying what was on his mind in the moment, in order to cover up with cockiness his deep-seated uneasinessinsecurities go with his instincts. And his instincts were saying, there wasn't anything they could do to persuade this chick, especially since...
"Wait, hold it, hang onto your racing horses, lady. Whattaya mean, I 'might not either'? You think that's the kinda thing that's likely to slip my mind, killing millions of people? Like, whoops, now you mention it, I'd completely forgotten I fit in that genocide in between my hair appointment and lunch at Sandor's Pizza?"
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Date: 2008-12-02 06:46 am (UTC)random bitchinesspissinesssaying what was on his mind in the moment, in order tocover up with cockiness his deep-seated uneasinessinsecuritiesgo with his instincts. And his instincts were saying, there wasn't anything they could do to persuade this chick, especially since..."Wait, hold it, hang onto your racing horses, lady. Whattaya mean, I 'might not either'? You think that's the kinda thing that's likely to slip my mind, killing millions of people? Like, whoops, now you mention it, I'd completely forgotten I fit in that genocide in between my hair appointment and lunch at Sandor's Pizza?"
Screw goodwill. Ray was getting curious, now.