For Ray

[asher_talos]

Asher had managed to completely miss the birth of his own kids, but, as luck would have it, he'd caught the last half of this one. The gross half. The half that made sense out of just why the fathers weren't around when babies were being delivered way back when

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[speakscanadian]

By now Ray was used to trudging to the stables every morning but that didn't mean he minded it any less. He usually turned up a while after Asher - after most of the horse owners actually - so Ray was a little surprised to find him still in the process of feeding them.

It was impossible to miss the tiny foal being lapped at by its mother. Ray's eyebrows disappeared beneath his woolly hat and his mouth twisted up in an expression of disgust, staring at the miniature version of the animals.

"Somebody's put my horse through a hot wash!" It did look kind of prune-ish and like it had shrunken down. And definitely in need of a hot wash.

[asher_talos]

Asher turned to look at Ray, an equally disgusted expression quickly taking over his features. "Too bad that somebody couldn't do the same to your hat."

If it wasn't for the fact that the clothing box would simply spit up twelve more in its place, Asher might have considered stealing it at some point. And burning it.

[speakscanadian]

Ray didn't think there was anything particularly wrong with his hat, unless Asher just had something against them in general. Which wouldn't really make sense, considering his comment in the summer.

"Somebody's fickle. Thought you wanted me to wear them, lest you get bedazzled?" The closer Ray got, the more he could see. "Oh, eugh, eughhh, what is she doing?! Why is she licking that?! That is disgusting!"

If women did that right after birth and men saw, humans would have been extinct long ago.

[asher_talos]

"Yes, but I never said to find a hat that's more painful to look at than the sun bouncing off your head was." If he'd known then that he needed to specify something like that he definitely would have though.

"She's cleaning it. It's what they do. Fur bearing animals in general, not just horses... Seriously, is yours even alive anymore?" Asher asked, leaning back and attempting to catch sight of any movement in his horse's pen.