[Fraser actually managing to lie was just as amazing as Turnbull believing it. Only around Canadians would such a ridiculous scenario ever arise, thinks Ray. Any normal American wouldn't be smashing the door down with an axe to start with, let alone falling for excuses like 'games'. Well, Ray supposes he and Fraser were playing a type of game, so perhaps Fraser wasn't lying so much after all.
He stares right back as the Mountie turns, huffing out soft exhales as he takes the sight in. The hat may have covered some of the more tell-tale signs, but everything else about Fraser looks so sex fuelled as well that it would have been hard to miss. Everything from the ruffled hair that usually never looked out of place, to the flushed skin and lust filled eyes. Poor kid must be blind and totally inexperienced to miss it.
Just when Ray's considering where they go from here after such an interruption, Fraser begins to speak, moving forward and then pitching forward. Ray doesn't even realise what's going on until too late, otherwise he might have considered trying to catch the Mounties fall. Instead he's left staring downwards at his fallen partner, eyebrows raising.]
You still alive? [Dropping into a crouch at Fraser's head and very carefully poking him near his forehead like a kid poking a dead bird with a stick.]
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He stares right back as the Mountie turns, huffing out soft exhales as he takes the sight in. The hat may have covered some of the more tell-tale signs, but everything else about Fraser looks so sex fuelled as well that it would have been hard to miss. Everything from the ruffled hair that usually never looked out of place, to the flushed skin and lust filled eyes. Poor kid must be blind and totally inexperienced to miss it.
Just when Ray's considering where they go from here after such an interruption, Fraser begins to speak, moving forward and then pitching forward. Ray doesn't even realise what's going on until too late, otherwise he might have considered trying to catch the Mounties fall. Instead he's left staring downwards at his fallen partner, eyebrows raising.]
You still alive? [Dropping into a crouch at Fraser's head and very carefully poking him near his forehead like a kid poking a dead bird with a stick.]