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“So basically, I think what I’m asking is, is there something, y’know, wrong with me?” Ray asked in a loud whisper, shrugging a shoulder as he pressed his back up against the tree trunk. “In your opinion.”
Not that Fraser’s opinion when it came to matters of the heart was particularly normal itself.
“Because-and this is scary, Benny. I mean, it doesn’t scare me,” Ray was quick to add, “but it’s scary - ” A silent hand signal from Fraser meant they were moving again, quick and stealthy between the trees. Ray was alert, albeit a little more distracted than Fraser was, and he trained his gun on anything that moved that wasn’t dressed in Mountie red serge. When it wasn’t identified as the target, it was ignored and dismissed.
“I think about him,” Ray gave his friend a look as if to prepare him for what was to come, “even when I’m with him. I know, right! That is so weird. It’s like I can’t stop. I’ll cover you.” He nodded for Fraser to go, then braced his outstretched arms together and swept his gaze and his gun in a one-eighty. Fraser had made it to the cover, though still completely unarmed, much to Ray’s dismay. Owning a gun on the Island wouldn’t break any laws and yet the Mountie still didn’t carry when on patrol.
“And I know what you’re gonna say,” he continued, even though Fraser hadn’t given any reply for at least fifteen minutes (and not all of that was through choice), “perhaps you should speak to him about how you feel, Ray,” he mimicked in his best Canadian accent, scurrying in a half crouch to a tree stump and hunkering down. “But I’m a guy. He’s a guy. We don’t do that.” Unless there was Island interference involved. “And what is there to talk about anyway? So I like him, that’s not news. And usually I like spending time with him, that ain’t news either.”
It might have been a while since Ray had been a real cop in a real city, but he was pretty sure what Fraser was telling him through eyes and hands gestures was that he had the target in his sights. And that meant show time.
In a second.
“So what’s news?” Ray asked aloud, ignoring Fraser’s request to provide cover once more and turning towards him with a pointed finger. “That I love him? That I think I might be in love with him? Don’t put those words into my mouth, Benny.” Those were loaded beyond anything Ray had imagined. “Man, so what if that’s what I think; no big deal. Not that that’s what I think but I’m not saying I don’t either. All I’m saying is that lately there has been this thing that I’ve wanted to get out and I dunno what it is but it’s big and it’s-what’s the word, it’s sorta…all-consuming, this thing and I just wanna…” He made a grab at air, as if throwing himself on an invisible person. “Gah.”
Even Ray knew when it was a lost cause.
Pushing himself to his feet, he rose in plain view and turned to see Fraser watching a giant two foot bird wandering safely away.
“Is that it?” What they had been tracing all this time.
“Nesochen sandvicensis, Ray. Commonly known as a Nēnē.”
“A nay what?” Had that bird really just sucked up forty minutes of Ray’s life?
“Quite the endangered species.” Fraser reassured him. Ray automatically lifted his gun to take aim, squeezing an eye shut and almost, almost turning the bird into dinner for that evening.
Diefenbaker, who was clearly as annoyed as Ray about the unnecessary workout, went bounding after the bird for some kind of vengeance, until Fraser gave him a stern word.
Ray shook his head in disbelief and began to trudge over to the pathway back to civilisation. Here they had been discussing what could be wrong with him, when they should have been diagnosing Fraser instead.
“Y’know, somedays…” Ray all but laughed. “Somedays ‘Canadian’ just doesn’t cover it.”
[ooc: They're not too far from the Catscratch club. ST/LT welcome from all!]
Not that Fraser’s opinion when it came to matters of the heart was particularly normal itself.
“Because-and this is scary, Benny. I mean, it doesn’t scare me,” Ray was quick to add, “but it’s scary - ” A silent hand signal from Fraser meant they were moving again, quick and stealthy between the trees. Ray was alert, albeit a little more distracted than Fraser was, and he trained his gun on anything that moved that wasn’t dressed in Mountie red serge. When it wasn’t identified as the target, it was ignored and dismissed.
“I think about him,” Ray gave his friend a look as if to prepare him for what was to come, “even when I’m with him. I know, right! That is so weird. It’s like I can’t stop. I’ll cover you.” He nodded for Fraser to go, then braced his outstretched arms together and swept his gaze and his gun in a one-eighty. Fraser had made it to the cover, though still completely unarmed, much to Ray’s dismay. Owning a gun on the Island wouldn’t break any laws and yet the Mountie still didn’t carry when on patrol.
“And I know what you’re gonna say,” he continued, even though Fraser hadn’t given any reply for at least fifteen minutes (and not all of that was through choice), “perhaps you should speak to him about how you feel, Ray,” he mimicked in his best Canadian accent, scurrying in a half crouch to a tree stump and hunkering down. “But I’m a guy. He’s a guy. We don’t do that.” Unless there was Island interference involved. “And what is there to talk about anyway? So I like him, that’s not news. And usually I like spending time with him, that ain’t news either.”
It might have been a while since Ray had been a real cop in a real city, but he was pretty sure what Fraser was telling him through eyes and hands gestures was that he had the target in his sights. And that meant show time.
In a second.
“So what’s news?” Ray asked aloud, ignoring Fraser’s request to provide cover once more and turning towards him with a pointed finger. “That I love him? That I think I might be in love with him? Don’t put those words into my mouth, Benny.” Those were loaded beyond anything Ray had imagined. “Man, so what if that’s what I think; no big deal. Not that that’s what I think but I’m not saying I don’t either. All I’m saying is that lately there has been this thing that I’ve wanted to get out and I dunno what it is but it’s big and it’s-what’s the word, it’s sorta…all-consuming, this thing and I just wanna…” He made a grab at air, as if throwing himself on an invisible person. “Gah.”
Even Ray knew when it was a lost cause.
Pushing himself to his feet, he rose in plain view and turned to see Fraser watching a giant two foot bird wandering safely away.
“Is that it?” What they had been tracing all this time.
“Nesochen sandvicensis, Ray. Commonly known as a Nēnē.”
“A nay what?” Had that bird really just sucked up forty minutes of Ray’s life?
“Quite the endangered species.” Fraser reassured him. Ray automatically lifted his gun to take aim, squeezing an eye shut and almost, almost turning the bird into dinner for that evening.
Diefenbaker, who was clearly as annoyed as Ray about the unnecessary workout, went bounding after the bird for some kind of vengeance, until Fraser gave him a stern word.
Ray shook his head in disbelief and began to trudge over to the pathway back to civilisation. Here they had been discussing what could be wrong with him, when they should have been diagnosing Fraser instead.
“Y’know, somedays…” Ray all but laughed. “Somedays ‘Canadian’ just doesn’t cover it.”
[ooc: They're not too far from the Catscratch club. ST/LT welcome from all!]