[Ray followed, eyes flicking to the sights the little store had to offer in the form of so many familiar sex toys and plenty that weren't so familiar. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from a place like this, if he could get over this initial awkwardness that he so desperately had to try and cover for. The things he did for the sake of policing. It was Fraser's fault. Everything was always Fraser's fault, especially if it was weird or involved the risk of dying.
This stuff wasn't so bad. Maybe. There was still a few items that looked like they'd be more fitting on a gimp suit, but the smell of leather and the sight of the dull sheen and some well polished pieces reminded him of his days on a bike. Leather was fine. He could wear leather on a daily basis in the form of jackets and boots. This wasn't such a stretch from the norm as something like PVC or latex, and it was a damn sight more sexy in his eyes. Yeah. He could definitely deal with leather.
His eyes caught Fraser's for a fraction of a second, and then they're both back into their respective roles, his attention locked on Lou as she picks out items. That strappy looking vest thing she picks out isn't so bad. It's not horrific and Ray thinks he could probably get away with not feeling like a total idiot while wearing it. He needed something he could feel confident in, nothing too weird or overly sexual. That might just do it. And judging by Fraser's quiet approach, he's approving too. He let that hand wind it's way up his arm, but only gave the briefest flicker of attention towards Fraser to blink a slow understanding, then back to Lou once more.]
A kilt? I can get with that.
[He reaches out to feel the leather between his fingers, soft and supple and probably wouldn't be too much of a hindrance. Not a bad idea at all. And looks like Fraser's found something that's caught his eye too. Doesn't exactly cover much, but that's fine by Ray. More to touch, to run his fingers across and-- shit, shame they'd be in public for so much of this.]
Uh. Underwear. Right. Need to protect, huh? Yeah, yeah, I'll take one and uh, how's that leather going to be without? Shouldn't wear anythin' under a kilt, right?
[Obviously Ray's a total stickler for tradition.]
I'll take all the other stuff, shoulder thingy and all. Also need somethin' to keep him close. He's got a habit of wanderin', especially when we got out. Like a uh, leash or somethin'.
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This stuff wasn't so bad. Maybe. There was still a few items that looked like they'd be more fitting on a gimp suit, but the smell of leather and the sight of the dull sheen and some well polished pieces reminded him of his days on a bike. Leather was fine. He could wear leather on a daily basis in the form of jackets and boots. This wasn't such a stretch from the norm as something like PVC or latex, and it was a damn sight more sexy in his eyes. Yeah. He could definitely deal with leather.
His eyes caught Fraser's for a fraction of a second, and then they're both back into their respective roles, his attention locked on Lou as she picks out items. That strappy looking vest thing she picks out isn't so bad. It's not horrific and Ray thinks he could probably get away with not feeling like a total idiot while wearing it. He needed something he could feel confident in, nothing too weird or overly sexual. That might just do it. And judging by Fraser's quiet approach, he's approving too. He let that hand wind it's way up his arm, but only gave the briefest flicker of attention towards Fraser to blink a slow understanding, then back to Lou once more.]
A kilt? I can get with that.
[He reaches out to feel the leather between his fingers, soft and supple and probably wouldn't be too much of a hindrance. Not a bad idea at all. And looks like Fraser's found something that's caught his eye too. Doesn't exactly cover much, but that's fine by Ray. More to touch, to run his fingers across and-- shit, shame they'd be in public for so much of this.]
Uh. Underwear. Right. Need to protect, huh? Yeah, yeah, I'll take one and uh, how's that leather going to be without? Shouldn't wear anythin' under a kilt, right?
[Obviously Ray's a total stickler for tradition.]
I'll take all the other stuff, shoulder thingy and all. Also need somethin' to keep him close. He's got a habit of wanderin', especially when we got out. Like a uh, leash or somethin'.