[The previous day had been spent getting his proverbial 'house' in order and Raylan found himself antsy and eager to get out and stretch his legs. Honestly, he was looking for ten minutes of silence by himself, spread a little thin over the past few days. He'd never spent so much time in such close contact with people and they were all good and nice enough, but he hadn't lived like that in years upon years.
So he donned his hat and jacket, similarly popping his collar up to keep whatever drizzle made it past his hat off his neck. He knew he was bound to see people as he strolled up the street, hands in his pockets, but John was the right kinda person for his eyes to fall on.
He lifted his chin and the brim of his hat in greeting.]
John. Headin' off to the trees, you busy?
[John, at least, had some answers and while Raylan still wasn't fully on the Magic boat, he was smart enough to know that there was something magically fucky with it.]
➝ day 13 [ not the grey gull ]
So he donned his hat and jacket, similarly popping his collar up to keep whatever drizzle made it past his hat off his neck. He knew he was bound to see people as he strolled up the street, hands in his pockets, but John was the right kinda person for his eyes to fall on.
He lifted his chin and the brim of his hat in greeting.]
John. Headin' off to the trees, you busy?
[John, at least, had some answers and while Raylan still wasn't fully on the Magic boat, he was smart enough to know that there was something magically fucky with it.]