random junk post.

[midnigthaze]

this is where i'll post thoughts and ideas and other people can post shit. this is just my 'whatever' post. or my post for whenever i'm on my phone or something, cause it's easier to reply to a post or something. yeah. whatever. i'll stop rambling now.

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[midnigthaze]

When Walt's momma gets home two hours later loaded down with groceries, they're sitting on the couch playong Halo on Walt's brother's X-Box 360, ramming each other with their shoulders. "A little help, boys?"

Once everything is put up, Walt leads Ray out the backdoor, his arms full of apples. "You're lucky it's Nicky's job to muck the stalls," is all he says as he pulls the narn door open.

Ray lets out a low whistle following behind Walt, eyes taking everything in, "How many horses do ya'll have?"

"One for everybody in the family plus two, so eight," Walt holds out two apples to Ray, "See if any'll take it from ya."

Acutely aware that he's being watched, Ray walks along the stalls, reaching out to brush the necks of someone of the horses. He stops at a black and white mare and offers jer one of the apples.

"That's Dixie," Walt murmurs, his voice right in Ray's ear.

"Whose is she?"

"Mine," and then Walt's arm is going by his head so he can rub the mare's nose.

Ray resists the urge to lean back onto Walt's body heat even though it's over eighty degrees out. He ducks under Walt's arm and continues along the stalls. "Stallions too man enough for you, Walt baby?"

Walt laughs and mutters something that sounds vaguely like 'I wish.

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A few hours later, Walt's mom yells from the back porch to get them to come eat something. Ray follows behind Walt and jumps onto his back, cackling. "Gidfy up!"

Walt laughs and shakes his head, wrapping his hands under Ray's thigjs. "You're such a messed up hick, Person."

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To: LT
From: Walt

Had to tell him, didn't you?

To: Walt
From: LT

Ray found you, I take it.

To: Brad
From: Walt

Your bf is a smug bastard.

To: Walt
From: Brad

I have no idea what you're talking about and neither do you.

--

"Touchy bastard."

"Walter!"

"Sorry, Momma."

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Walt's sister gets home first and immediately takes a liking to Ray, dragging him off to play with her toys, so Walt sits on the counter while his momma bakes cookies, "You never make cookies for me."

His momma merely pats his cheek as she passes him, "He's a guest, dear."

Walt sighs dejectedly and decides everyone likes Ray better.

"Laura and her boyfriend are coming for dinner."

"You mean she's still dating that tool?" Walt just lifts an eyebrow at the look he gets in return.

"Okay, maybe he is a tool," they share a small grin.

"Are you talking about Travis?" Walt looks up, hearing his sister and finds Ray standing in the doorway with Janey on his hip, one of her toy ponies clutched in her hand.

"Who's Travis?"

"Laura, the oldest, it's her boyfriend."

"You mean, Travis the Tool?" Ray swears he's staring at a fifteen year old version of Walt. The kid lifts an eyebrow at him before nodding, "I'm Nick. You look familiar."

"Now, listen hear, you better be nice to that boy tonight at dinner, even if he is a tool." All the kids merely grumble in response and Walt moves Janey to take his spot on the counter and leads Ray back into the living room.