Jun 01, 2007 17:40
“...Fraser, if I’m still alive in the morning, remind me to beat you to death with a rotten fish.”
Ray had abandoned sitting sometime in the middle of hour three and was now half-lying propped against a relatively clean and dry rock near the edge of the tank. Fraser was sitting opposite, but he’d removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Damn, he looked like he lived here. Ray glared, but Fraser sat up a little straighter, a hint of starch in his tone.
“FDA code 37-dash-L explicitly states that murder by decaying food product violates at least eight separate kinds of-“
Leave it to Fraser to know the weirdest shit.
“Fraser, you wanna talk about violating? I’m feeling pretty damn violated right now and… Fraser. Fraser, the penguin is staring at me.”
“Which one, Ray?”
“Shit, the black and white one, you think I named him? That one, over there.”
It was on their ledge, most of the rest of them had lost interest but this one, oh, Ray could see it staring and its eyes were creepy and oh god, ew, help…
“Ah,” said Fraser. Helpfully.
“Ah?” Ray snapped “I’m getting the eye from a penguin, don’t you ‘ah’ at me!”
“Well, Ray, if it makes you feel better, the penguin in question happens to be male.”
“First off, I’m not sure I want to know how you know that, and second, why would I be happier that I’m getting hit on by a gay penguin?”
In other words, writing Fraser and Ray inna penguin tank. *giggle*
tv: due south,
fic: plots and problems