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[not_that_ray]

Everything in my refrigerator is gone.

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[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

*looks down at his worn tennis shoes, which have quite obviously seen much better days*

What? Just because they're not Muccis? Mr. Fancy-Smancy.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

At least my shoes pass health and safety. I feel like I should be wearing a hazmat suit just talking to you.

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

At least when it's time to replace them, I'll have the money to do it. Whatcha have to sell in order to pay for 'um? Ma's dining room table?

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Hey, I have bank accounts all over Chicago, wiseguy.

*won't admit he only opened them for the free gifts though*

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

And ya got... like what? A dollar in each? 'No minimum balance'!

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Are you saying I'm poor?

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Nah. Jus' sayin' ya like to wear your money instead of save it.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

I have an ATM card. And there's nothing wrong with taking a little personal care now and then, Stanley. You should consider that too. Slip it in between shopping for food and buying new shoes.

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

You sayin' I'm lettin' myself go?

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

I highly doubt you ever had a hold of yourself in the first place.

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

*drops into a classic boxing position, knees bent and fists out and ready*

"Let's go a round. See who's going an' see who's gone."

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

*laughs incredulously, looking Kowalski up and down*

"You cannot be serious."

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

*spreads his hands in a 'WHAT?!' gesture*

"Why not?"

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

*laughter dies out until an amused smile is fixed on his face. Rests his hands on his waist*

"You wanna fight me? Wanna have another go? For what?"

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

*is silent as he seems to ponder for the first time. His posture eventually relaxes*

"Yeah, you're right. Lets do pizza instead. Not Fred. Fred can happily grow to himself."

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

*tilts his head, looking pleased with himself. He would rather eat pizza than Kowalski's fist anyway*

"Only if it's on your dime. Like you said, I'm wearing all my money."

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"Can't you like... trade a watch or something?"

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

*unconsciously covers his wrist*

"No. Can't you like...trade your mouth or something?"

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"Nah. Need it to eat."

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"I doubt you'd find anyone willing to pay good money for it anyway. Not enough for good pizza."

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"Known a couple women who'd disagree."

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

*smirks* "Just women?"

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, not going there. And no comments about drivin' the tour bus."

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

*holds up his palms* "Whatever you say, rentboy. You buying this pizza or what? I think my stomach's started digesting itself."

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"Great image. Thanks. I wanna fulfill my appetite. Not destroy it. There's the door. I'm right behind ya."