K/V, 750 words, PG
He’d said it as a joke. Really, that’s all it was suppose to be-not an invitation or a suggestion or anything untoward. Just a dumb, thoughtless, shootin’-my-mouth-off-here sort of joke.
Vecchio had offered to let him chose where they got lunch before heading over to Sullivan’s Yarn and Craft Supply Emporium-money laundering
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"Sure, it's been awhile since anyone zinged for me, but I still remember what it felt like,” Ray said defensively, feeling his neck flush. "So I might be crazy but I'm not usually wrong. Not about this."
Oh, *hearts*.
This is wonderful. Great Ray voices, and just the kind of will-they-or-won't-they that I love.
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The Rays are so much fun to write. The chemistry is great, but damned if they're not going to fight it every inch of the way.
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LOVE.
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I had cabin fever when I wrote this--I'm so sick of the gray weather we've been having. It's funny just how much weather can affect mood.
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money laundering scrap-bookers, weather-inspired giddiness, a zing thing...
Hee! <3
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I envy your sense of humour so hard, you have no idea!
You can have it, as far as I'm concerned--it's gotten me nothing strange looks. :P
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Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! *loves* And I adore how Kowalski just takes the bull by the horns and asks! *smooshes them*
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