the movement of their lips as they speak to each other in a language all their own.
I love the double meaning here -- it's both that they are speaking human languages, English, which to Diefenbaker is some strange language all their own, but that also those two individuals, Ray and Fraser, have a language all their own.
One day one of them might miscalculate, and Dief will be ready.
*laugh* Sometimes the wolf half just can't win, can it.
That might explain the confusing, jumbled signals that spring from his body: touch me/don't touch me, be with me/leave me alone, bare your throat/let me show you my belly.
Damn! I have no idea why this is so incredibly. Hot.
Dief only groans and rolls his eyes at human hypocrisy – Benton doesn't permit him to chase cats or chickens or ducks, or cars or bikes or skateboards, or most people, and it's not like there are caribou roaming the streets of Chicago.
Excellent point. Fraser isn't very good at noticing such things.
like the criminals they hunted, baring his teeth and his throat at the same time – no wonder Benton seemed perplexed
*hearts*
I love how BFF you've made these two, how you've made Diefenbaker one of the few people who calls Fraser by his first name, who notices his Victoria issues. Such a great friendship story.
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Date: 2007-09-19 01:39 pm (UTC)the movement of their lips as they speak to each other in a language all their own.
I love the double meaning here -- it's both that they are speaking human languages, English, which to Diefenbaker is some strange language all their own, but that also those two individuals, Ray and Fraser, have a language all their own.
One day one of them might miscalculate, and Dief will be ready.
*laugh* Sometimes the wolf half just can't win, can it.
That might explain the confusing, jumbled signals that spring from his body: touch me/don't touch me, be with me/leave me alone, bare your throat/let me show you my belly.
Damn! I have no idea why this is so incredibly. Hot.
Dief only groans and rolls his eyes at human hypocrisy – Benton doesn't permit him to chase cats or chickens or ducks, or cars or bikes or skateboards, or most people, and it's not like there are caribou roaming the streets of Chicago.
Excellent point. Fraser isn't very good at noticing such things.
like the criminals they hunted, baring his teeth and his throat at the same time – no wonder Benton seemed perplexed
*hearts*
I love how BFF you've made these two, how you've made Diefenbaker one of the few people who calls Fraser by his first name, who notices his Victoria issues. Such a great friendship story.