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With a roar, Fraser the swamp monster burst out of the insulation pile, swinging his jacket at one of the goons. Ray swung down out of the ceiling, managing to land a kick on the second goon’s jaw, sending him sprawling, unconscious. Dropping the rest of the way to the ground, he relieved his guy of his gun and went to
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*goes to read*
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Plus, I'm glad you posted it all at once. I really appreciate that. It made my Sunday brighter.
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“Yes?”
“Was that, like, code?”
“Yes, Ray. It means I’m very fond of you.”
“That’s, uh, kind of what I thought.”
“I’m glad we understand each other.”
“But when you said Turnbull was fond of me--”
“That wasn’t code. I just meant he’s fond of you.”
“Good.”
*sporfle* That's so them! I love their absurd conversations. :-)
“It’s just that--” He ducked as a particularly loud shot blasted the door. “--that you’re a swan, and I’m a turtle.”
“I thought you were a mole, and I was a turtle.”
“This is a different metaphor.”
“I see.”
Adorable!
I loved this. Ray's backstory perfectly illustrated the roots of his self-image problems, and Fraser's way of demonstrating that his over-intellectualizing was not a gift was perfect. Wonderful!
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That was them, Swamp Monster and his sidekick Ceiling Mole.
Fraser peered over the edge of the credenza, radiating ready with every molecule.
So many great lines!
Thanks for writing. :-)
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...Ceiling Mole...slays me....
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Ray just breaks my heart sometimes, and did you mean to make me hate Stella? And geez, if his dad would've just listened to his teachers. *sigh* OTOH, Ray and Fraser adorableness makes me a happy fangrrl.
Excellent story, Alex.
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For the purposes of the story, Stella had to be pretty unsympathetic--otherwise Ray would have already known that he wasn't stupid, and there would be no story. Canonically, I don't think she's that bad.
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