Only The Good Die Young
Ray was dying. Actually dying. Right in the middle of the room and nobody cared. He could keel over on the sofa at any moment and no-one would bat an eyelid.
He was a pro at self-pity but the look on his face brought a whole new meaning to it. His stuffed up nose peeked above the blanket tucked under his chin and he sniffed, then rolled his eyes left and right to see if anyone had noticed.
"Swear to sweet baby Jesus," Hank warned, glancing up from his (ownership was questionable) laptop at the other end of the couch, "if you do that one more time, I'm ripping off your hooter and shoving it up your ass."
"Oh yeah, like I can help it," Ray muttered, shivering beneath his blanket. "And I'm not like that, thank you very much."
"You know, a great man once said..." Hank peered at Vecchio across his sunglasses, despite being indoors. "We're all gay."
"Pfft." Ray shifted down a bit further, burying himself in his layers and accidentally prodding Hank's leg with a big toe in the process. "Sorry. Not me."
"Me neither. But if you and I were trapped together on a desert island..."
Ray glared over the blanket.
Charlie was a fucking moron. "Scratch that," Hank insisted, clearing his throat and closing his laptop. "I'm going to go and find something manly to do."
Ray dropped his head back and groaned.
[ooc: Vecchio and Moody in the rec room! Tag one, tag both, just lemme know which one you want. Vecchio may/may not be contagious, so if you want your pup to get the flu, that's up to you :D]
He was a pro at self-pity but the look on his face brought a whole new meaning to it. His stuffed up nose peeked above the blanket tucked under his chin and he sniffed, then rolled his eyes left and right to see if anyone had noticed.
"Swear to sweet baby Jesus," Hank warned, glancing up from his (ownership was questionable) laptop at the other end of the couch, "if you do that one more time, I'm ripping off your hooter and shoving it up your ass."
"Oh yeah, like I can help it," Ray muttered, shivering beneath his blanket. "And I'm not like that, thank you very much."
"You know, a great man once said..." Hank peered at Vecchio across his sunglasses, despite being indoors. "We're all gay."
"Pfft." Ray shifted down a bit further, burying himself in his layers and accidentally prodding Hank's leg with a big toe in the process. "Sorry. Not me."
"Me neither. But if you and I were trapped together on a desert island..."
Ray glared over the blanket.
Charlie was a fucking moron. "Scratch that," Hank insisted, clearing his throat and closing his laptop. "I'm going to go and find something manly to do."
Ray dropped his head back and groaned.
[ooc: Vecchio and Moody in the rec room! Tag one, tag both, just lemme know which one you want. Vecchio may/may not be contagious, so if you want your pup to get the flu, that's up to you :D]