[Ray's as quick as he can be, careful to limit the amount of mess he makes and avoiding using anything other than the shower itself. And the towel. And stealing a tube of foundation that he finds because his needs are greater than hers, he's sure of it. He's paranoid that she'll walk in at any second, but after a lot of panicked washing and drying he manages to escape her office and avoid both her and Turnbull. It's an amazing feat and he feels a lot better for it.
He looks better too. Sort of. Clean, at least, his hair flat for now thanks to a lack of any sort of product to use on it. But he's worn it flat plenty of times before, that won't cause suspicion. His clothes, however, are still barely passing the presentable mark, although it's really only the stretched and creased t-shirt that's causing issue, he might just get away with the rest of his gear.
His spirits are almost raising until Fraser informs him of their time constraint the second he's back through the mangled door. Ray had heard Fraser muttering on the phone, sure, but he hadn't thought the Mountie would be stupid enough to wind up Welsh on the phone.]
Fraser! You-- [Actually. No. It's no use even bothering trying to reason with or lecture a Canadian, especially not ones named Benton Fraser.
They'd show up when they showed up. Ray wasn't going to rush any more than they already were just for the sake of Welsh- who was undoubtedly pissed off with their lateness already. So long as they pulled off this case in the next few nights, they should get away with most antics. And after last night, Ray's certain their cover would be convincing enough.]
I uh, found this. Here.
[All Mountie stupidness is forgiven for now as Ray steps in closer to the desk, not bothering with personal space as he squeezes a small amount of foundation onto his fingers. It would appear he knows just how to cover up marks and bruises, and Fraser's got a pretty impressive one on his neck.]
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He looks better too. Sort of. Clean, at least, his hair flat for now thanks to a lack of any sort of product to use on it. But he's worn it flat plenty of times before, that won't cause suspicion. His clothes, however, are still barely passing the presentable mark, although it's really only the stretched and creased t-shirt that's causing issue, he might just get away with the rest of his gear.
His spirits are almost raising until Fraser informs him of their time constraint the second he's back through the mangled door. Ray had heard Fraser muttering on the phone, sure, but he hadn't thought the Mountie would be stupid enough to wind up Welsh on the phone.]
Fraser! You-- [Actually. No. It's no use even bothering trying to reason with or lecture a Canadian, especially not ones named Benton Fraser.
They'd show up when they showed up. Ray wasn't going to rush any more than they already were just for the sake of Welsh- who was undoubtedly pissed off with their lateness already. So long as they pulled off this case in the next few nights, they should get away with most antics. And after last night, Ray's certain their cover would be convincing enough.]
I uh, found this. Here.
[All Mountie stupidness is forgiven for now as Ray steps in closer to the desk, not bothering with personal space as he squeezes a small amount of foundation onto his fingers. It would appear he knows just how to cover up marks and bruises, and Fraser's got a pretty impressive one on his neck.]