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[just_a_mountie]

"Yes, well, I don't see why you need a bed when you spend most nights on mine," Fraser tells Dief as he folds another towel onto the pile that will soon be Dief's bed. "No I will not go check the box for silk sheets, you're spoiled enough as it is," he tuts, finishing it off with a clean sheet draped over them

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[the_cop]

Ray eyed Fraser's "house" with a disgruntled sort of disgust, feeling immediately cranky at the sight of it. Then again, just about everything concerning Fraser made him cranky lately, but he had a sick turtle and Fraser was the closest thing to a vet he knew.

He was just heading up to the door when Fraser stepped out of it. "Oh...er, hey."

[just_a_mountie]

"Ray," Fraser greets awkwardly, his skin flushing just slightly. "I see you've found my new home."

[the_cop]

"Yeah, what, you think I'm blind or somethin'?" Ray grumbled. He shoved the turtle at Fraser. "Bullitt won't eat."

[just_a_mountie]

"Not blind, no, though I do question your vision when you aren't wearing your glasses," Fraser admits, taking the turtle and looking it over. "What have you been feeding him lately?"