[ A dong? Fraser scratches at his eyebrow with the heel of his knife as they walk out the door and along the corridor to the stairs. ]
I'm not sure what use a wooden dong would be, Ray. Even if they were considering a honeymoon in Vietnam, I don't believe that carved funds are considered legal tender any more.
[ So it's going to be like that.
Still, up the stairs they go, Fraser looking laid back and remarkably buoyant considering they were breaking and entering, and he hovered back out the way to give Ray all the light he needed while he worked on the lock. Breaking into properties was a skill he'd seen both Rays perform, and both were uncommonly good at it. It had to be said, therefore, that even if he wasn't the kind of man to leave his door unlocked, between the door kicking and lock picking that criminals and cops alike were practiced in performing, there wouldn't be much hope at all of maintaining the sanctity of his home. And besides, he was guilty of the same on occasion.
As they stepped inside, Fraser hovered back for a moment, taking the place in. It looked like it had never been so much as breathed on, let alone used or lived in. The room was extravagant, laid out in lavender and white, with a satin bedspread and one of those plush velveteen headrests stacked up high with featherdown cushions. There was a box of chocolates and a bucket of ice beside the bed, the latter already containing a bottle of chilled champagne.
Rugs deep enough to lose your toes in were laid out on either side of the bed, and the big French doors to the extensive marble bathroom suite had been left open, hooked in place, to make the bedroom seem even bigger than it was. There were more doors to the patio outside, two large windows, but all the shutters had been drawn closed, casting the room in the warm glow from lights that had been left on in welcome. In an alcove to the left there was a loveseat draped in white furs, and a selection of complimentary liquors, and - standing out from everything else - a brown paper bag that had been taped shut, and scrawled on in Huey's handwriting in black spidery letters: Cause Fraser don't know anything about this stuff :D.
If the bedroom was luxurious, the bathroom was even more so. The bathtub was sunken into the floor, and big enough to fit an entire Tsimshian family. A bucket of rose petals had been left beside it, a basket of froofy looking toiletries, as well as a stack of fluffy lavender towels and a pair of deep purple his and hers dressing gowns, all edged and embroidered with silver.
This was a wedding suite on a scale Fraser had never seen before, and the luxury of it blew him away. ]
Well. [ He said, and tried to think of other words. ] Ah. Shall we?
[ He raised his open hand toward Ray, waiting for him to hand over his block of wood. ]
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I'm not sure what use a wooden dong would be, Ray. Even if they were considering a honeymoon in Vietnam, I don't believe that carved funds are considered legal tender any more.
[ So it's going to be like that.
Still, up the stairs they go, Fraser looking laid back and remarkably buoyant considering they were breaking and entering, and he hovered back out the way to give Ray all the light he needed while he worked on the lock. Breaking into properties was a skill he'd seen both Rays perform, and both were uncommonly good at it. It had to be said, therefore, that even if he wasn't the kind of man to leave his door unlocked, between the door kicking and lock picking that criminals and cops alike were practiced in performing, there wouldn't be much hope at all of maintaining the sanctity of his home. And besides, he was guilty of the same on occasion.
As they stepped inside, Fraser hovered back for a moment, taking the place in. It looked like it had never been so much as breathed on, let alone used or lived in. The room was extravagant, laid out in lavender and white, with a satin bedspread and one of those plush velveteen headrests stacked up high with featherdown cushions. There was a box of chocolates and a bucket of ice beside the bed, the latter already containing a bottle of chilled champagne.
Rugs deep enough to lose your toes in were laid out on either side of the bed, and the big French doors to the extensive marble bathroom suite had been left open, hooked in place, to make the bedroom seem even bigger than it was. There were more doors to the patio outside, two large windows, but all the shutters had been drawn closed, casting the room in the warm glow from lights that had been left on in welcome. In an alcove to the left there was a loveseat draped in white furs, and a selection of complimentary liquors, and - standing out from everything else - a brown paper bag that had been taped shut, and scrawled on in Huey's handwriting in black spidery letters: Cause Fraser don't know anything about this stuff :D.
If the bedroom was luxurious, the bathroom was even more so. The bathtub was sunken into the floor, and big enough to fit an entire Tsimshian family. A bucket of rose petals had been left beside it, a basket of froofy looking toiletries, as well as a stack of fluffy lavender towels and a pair of deep purple his and hers dressing gowns, all edged and embroidered with silver.
This was a wedding suite on a scale Fraser had never seen before, and the luxury of it blew him away. ]
Well. [ He said, and tried to think of other words. ] Ah. Shall we?
[ He raised his open hand toward Ray, waiting for him to hand over his block of wood. ]