swinging the toe of the foot in the shoe that didn't fit quite right.
I just-- love this detail. I can totally see what Frannie's doing.
"Oh, and you're surprised? Whatever, Mr. Eloquence." [...] trace every curve..."
Spot-on Frannie-voice, yay!
"Every curve?" His knees knocked together.
Hee! He *would* think of that.
He seemed to be having one of his extra-irritating days, like it was that time of the month but with testosterone.
Hee!
"Just because I have the worst fake brother ever, and they're all going to think you don't care,
hee
"They ask about me?"
Oh, Ray. Sure they do. And the Ice Queen moans when she hears your name.
the time she tried to lead a yoga class in the break room and Huey got stuck under a table and had to get PT
See, this is why I love Due South: The canon is silly enough for these kind of antics to just slip into the fanfic without breaking the mood. (Well, the silliness and the omg eyecandy.)
But you seem to be... leaving." He made that sound suspicious, like Ray was some kind of slacker.
Or like Fraser is totally Ray's jealous stalker.
corpe mano a mano
*snicker* Ray, buddy... that did not sound to me like I think you meant it.
"I wouldn't want to interfere with a thing."
ha ha ha
And if, having reached the sidewalk, he happened to pause at the corner– Why, look!
LOL. Oh, Fraser, are you even fooling yourself?
She waved at him frantically, but smiling, not as if she were being kidnapped.
hee. I love that Fraser seems to be remotely considering the possibility that Ray would kidnap Frannie.
or tried to convince him he'd be more comfortable out of uniform.
hee. I can just imagine her leaning out of a car as it rolls by, calling, "Fraser, wouldn't you be more comf..." *car gets too far away for her to be heard*
but that just made it extra special
*chuckle* So I like stalkers.
But that gave her an idea, and she checked out his back again, seeing it with fresh eyes. Like– artist's eyes. [...] "Wait, wait. Yeah. It's like – a landscape. With a mountain range down the middle."
And... *still* with the excellent Frannie-voice.
Fraser looked pissy. Worse than that, disapproving. [...] "Dark. Area. On your neck."
Dark area, as in... hickey? I mean, obviously it's ink, but it's not what Fraser's thinking. Or possibly he just disapproves of anyone even getting Ray *dirty*.
I can understand that. Getting Ray dirty is Fraser's prerogative.
"But why would you have pen–" "Hey, are you gonna listen to me or–" "Well I just don't understand why you'd–"
Clearly, Ray needs to have a little compassion for Fraser's need to know everything he does. :)
In fact, it would be remiss of him not to monitor the situation. Clearly.
Clearly.
Oh, I get it. Second job as a strip-o-gram, huh?"
bee hee hee!
whatever you do don't start singing 'Happy birthday, Mr. President.'"
ha ha ha!
He would make a great birthday gift though, wouldn't he?
"Happy birthday, dear joanie--"
Fraser Sr. shrugged and spread his hands. "I'd like to help you, son, but. I'm dead."
He tricked Benton into raising his voice and giving himself away. His work here is done.
"Well I didn't wanna look at– you know– area–!" Ray looked around, trying to get his fellow cops to comprehend the horror.
:D
"Oh, and, Fraser... Last night, thank you for coming over to talk to me afterwards," [...] they thought– you know. That you wanted to talk to me."
Oh Frannie!
I think she just broke up with me. That's great. I just got dumped by my own sister."
*giggle* RayK/Frannie really ought to be a world of wrong, but somehow my ickmeter doesn't swing for them.
"I'm willing to learn."
Kiss him, Ray!
"Of course, the human back is a very sensitive–" [...] he was looking at Ray like he'd just seen something beautiful.
Aw.
maybe Ray didn't have the full picture before either, but man, was he getting it now.
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Date: 2006-02-11 04:05 am (UTC)I just-- love this detail. I can totally see what Frannie's doing.
"Oh, and you're surprised? Whatever, Mr. Eloquence." [...] trace every curve..."
Spot-on Frannie-voice, yay!
"Every curve?" His knees knocked together.
Hee! He *would* think of that.
He seemed to be having one of his extra-irritating days, like it was that time of the month but with testosterone.
Hee!
"Just because I have the worst fake brother ever, and they're all going to think you don't care,
hee
"They ask about me?"
Oh, Ray. Sure they do. And the Ice Queen moans when she hears your name.
the time she tried to lead a yoga class in the break room and Huey got stuck under a table and had to get PT
See, this is why I love Due South: The canon is silly enough for these kind of antics to just slip into the fanfic without breaking the mood. (Well, the silliness and the omg eyecandy.)
But you seem to be... leaving."
He made that sound suspicious, like Ray was some kind of slacker.
Or like Fraser is totally Ray's jealous stalker.
corpe mano a mano
*snicker* Ray, buddy... that did not sound to me like I think you meant it.
"I wouldn't want to interfere with a thing."
ha ha ha
And if, having reached the sidewalk, he happened to pause at the corner–
Why, look!
LOL. Oh, Fraser, are you even fooling yourself?
She waved at him frantically, but smiling, not as if she were being kidnapped.
hee. I love that Fraser seems to be remotely considering the possibility that Ray would kidnap Frannie.
or tried to convince him he'd be more comfortable out of uniform.
hee. I can just imagine her leaning out of a car as it rolls by, calling, "Fraser, wouldn't you be more comf..." *car gets too far away for her to be heard*
but that just made it extra special
*chuckle* So I like stalkers.
But that gave her an idea, and she checked out his back again, seeing it with fresh eyes. Like– artist's eyes. [...] "Wait, wait. Yeah. It's like – a landscape. With a mountain range down the middle."
And... *still* with the excellent Frannie-voice.
Fraser looked pissy. Worse than that, disapproving. [...] "Dark. Area. On your neck."
Dark area, as in... hickey? I mean, obviously it's ink, but it's not what Fraser's thinking. Or possibly he just disapproves of anyone even getting Ray *dirty*.
I can understand that. Getting Ray dirty is Fraser's prerogative.
"But why would you have pen–"
"Hey, are you gonna listen to me or–"
"Well I just don't understand why you'd–"
Clearly, Ray needs to have a little compassion for Fraser's need to know everything he does. :)
In fact, it would be remiss of him not to monitor the situation. Clearly.
Clearly.
Oh, I get it. Second job as a strip-o-gram, huh?"
bee hee hee!
whatever you do don't start singing 'Happy birthday, Mr. President.'"
ha ha ha!
He would make a great birthday gift though, wouldn't he?
"Happy birthday, dear joanie--"
Fraser Sr. shrugged and spread his hands. "I'd like to help you, son, but. I'm dead."
He tricked Benton into raising his voice and giving himself away. His work here is done.
"Well I didn't wanna look at– you know– area–!" Ray looked around, trying to get his fellow cops to comprehend the horror.
:D
"Oh, and, Fraser... Last night, thank you for coming over to talk to me afterwards," [...] they thought– you know. That you wanted to talk to me."
Oh Frannie!
I think she just broke up with me. That's great. I just got dumped by my own sister."
*giggle* RayK/Frannie really ought to be a world of wrong, but somehow my ickmeter doesn't swing for them.
"I'm willing to learn."
Kiss him, Ray!
"Of course, the human back is a very sensitive–" [...] he was looking at Ray like he'd just seen something beautiful.
Aw.
maybe Ray didn't have the full picture before either, but man, was he getting it now.
Yay!