Dating Challenge by joandarck
Thanks to malnpudl for terminology check!
Rating: G, gen
Length: 260 words
Summary: Fraser doesn't get out much.
Moonrise
There was a scratching at the window, and Fraser pushed his chair back. It didn't take two hands to lift the sash, but he used them.
"Forget something?" he said dryly.
Diefenbaker, unabashed, hopped over the sill and trotted to the far side of the bed, returning dragging a battered blue-grey blanket in his teeth.
Pausing by the window, lips curled delicately back, the half-wolf tossed his head a few times until the tail of the blanket flipped up and settled across his shoulders, then leapt out, passing Fraser close enough to hit him - probably accidentally - with his tail. The fire escape shook with metallic protest, rapidly quieted.
"Didja tell him to be home by nine?"
Fraser ignored his guest, watching Dief make his confident way down the alley, the black and puddled pavement like a photographic negative of his native snowfields. The blanket stayed lodged across his back, a few safe inches from the ground.
"Must be the greyhound," he said.
"Come on, it's freezing in here."
It might have been, but it was stuffy with the window closed. Fraser crossed back to where Ray sprawled at the card table, placed directly under the light that buzzed noticeably at the threshold of his hearing and flickered almost to nothing every four minutes and thirty-five seconds.
Ray flicked his cards impatiently. "You in or not?"
There would be time for about two more hours of poker, complaints, and case talk before Ray went home at eleven ("Ma worries.")
Fraser trapped his thighs under the folding table and picked up his cards.
Rating: G, gen
Length: 260 words
Summary: Fraser doesn't get out much.
Moonrise
There was a scratching at the window, and Fraser pushed his chair back. It didn't take two hands to lift the sash, but he used them.
"Forget something?" he said dryly.
Diefenbaker, unabashed, hopped over the sill and trotted to the far side of the bed, returning dragging a battered blue-grey blanket in his teeth.
Pausing by the window, lips curled delicately back, the half-wolf tossed his head a few times until the tail of the blanket flipped up and settled across his shoulders, then leapt out, passing Fraser close enough to hit him - probably accidentally - with his tail. The fire escape shook with metallic protest, rapidly quieted.
"Didja tell him to be home by nine?"
Fraser ignored his guest, watching Dief make his confident way down the alley, the black and puddled pavement like a photographic negative of his native snowfields. The blanket stayed lodged across his back, a few safe inches from the ground.
"Must be the greyhound," he said.
"Come on, it's freezing in here."
It might have been, but it was stuffy with the window closed. Fraser crossed back to where Ray sprawled at the card table, placed directly under the light that buzzed noticeably at the threshold of his hearing and flickered almost to nothing every four minutes and thirty-five seconds.
Ray flicked his cards impatiently. "You in or not?"
There would be time for about two more hours of poker, complaints, and case talk before Ray went home at eleven ("Ma worries.")
Fraser trapped his thighs under the folding table and picked up his cards.