[There's something that doesn't sit right with Ray, even as Fraser walks away. Maybe it's Fraser's tone, the conversation topic, the current direction they're taking, or maybe Ray's just imaging it. But something is... different.
It shouldn't be different. This should be like any other case they've ever done.
All right, so there's a few extra issues here, especially when it comes to the invasive idea of fetish clubs, but surely it can't be that much of an issue. They can still go in, do their job and forget it ever happened, right?
Ray's just... got to take control of the situation and make sure this all works out. Fraser's made for submissive, surely. He's all about the yes sir, no sir stuff...]
Practice? [The curtains closing. The words. They're enough to throw Ray off his thoughts, frowning thoughtfully to himself. A topless Mountie talking about practising in the subject of this is really not processing right in Ray's brain.]
I uh. Do you need me to go? I should uh. Probably leave you to that. [Is this some sort of weird masturbation thing? He's going to go with that.]
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It shouldn't be different. This should be like any other case they've ever done.
All right, so there's a few extra issues here, especially when it comes to the invasive idea of fetish clubs, but surely it can't be that much of an issue. They can still go in, do their job and forget it ever happened, right?
Ray's just... got to take control of the situation and make sure this all works out. Fraser's made for submissive, surely. He's all about the yes sir, no sir stuff...]
Practice? [The curtains closing. The words. They're enough to throw Ray off his thoughts, frowning thoughtfully to himself. A topless Mountie talking about practising in the subject of this is really not processing right in Ray's brain.]
I uh. Do you need me to go? I should uh. Probably leave you to that. [Is this some sort of weird masturbation thing? He's going to go with that.]