And the look in his eyes, the look that had pulled up a chair and settled right into Ray's head: the look Fraser had worn when he found Ray in that basement in North Miami and calmly blew Frankie-the-Goon's head off.
He likes his shirt, Bel. A LOT. And I'm glad you liked the glasses - I have an inordinate amount of affection for them myself.
You are quite possibly the only person EVERY to have been made happy by a description of an gunshot exit wound. Congrats! :-) (Seriously, Bel, thank you so much for offering feedback for this story. Your read-as-you-go comments were fabulous, and very reassuring to a nervous author). *smishes*
Now, Nos, that's just not true! Because I was chatting with snoopypez while she was reading and she said:
(08:03:15 PM) PanickedOz: I just got to the mention of Fraser having shot the dude. THANK GOD. (08:03:38 PM) petroleuse239: yay! (08:03:46 PM) petroleuse239: go Fraser! (08:03:54 PM) PanickedOz: I just. (08:03:54 PM) petroleuse239: we should send him fanmail (08:03:57 PM) PanickedOz: hee! (08:04:25 PM) petroleuse239: "dear fraser. thank you for shooting that guy. he was mean to vecchio. love, susan and jaime. ps--can you send us naked pictures of vecchio? thank you." (08:04:54 PM) PanickedOz: heeee! best letter ever!
Even from Kowalski in nothing but his thin little boxers.
"My shirt stays on," he said.
Hee!
This is a really interesting chapter, seeing the way each of them tries to deal with their losses. I love the idea of Fraser blazing in to rescue Vecchio, and the cost of that is so exquisitely drawn here, in both of them.
The sand was still warm from the heat of the day, and when Ray reached the water's edge, he dropped down and dug his bare feet into the sand, trying to ignore his protesting muscles, trying to pretend he wasn't really going crazy. Just a dot on the map, he thought. Small small small.
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his shirt stays on!
aw, and kowalski's glasses!
And the look in his eyes, the look that had pulled up a chair and settled right into Ray's head: the look Fraser had worn when he found Ray in that basement in North Miami and calmly blew Frankie-the-Goon's head off.
oh my GOD nos. this makes me SO HAPPY.
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You are quite possibly the only person EVERY to have been made happy by a description of an gunshot exit wound. Congrats! :-) (Seriously, Bel, thank you so much for offering feedback for this story. Your read-as-you-go comments were fabulous, and very reassuring to a nervous author). *smishes*
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(08:03:15 PM) PanickedOz: I just got to the mention of Fraser having shot the dude. THANK GOD.
(08:03:38 PM) petroleuse239: yay!
(08:03:46 PM) petroleuse239: go Fraser!
(08:03:54 PM) PanickedOz: I just.
(08:03:54 PM) petroleuse239: we should send him fanmail
(08:03:57 PM) PanickedOz: hee!
(08:04:25 PM) petroleuse239: "dear fraser. thank you for shooting that guy. he was mean to vecchio. love, susan and jaime. ps--can you send us naked pictures of vecchio? thank you."
(08:04:54 PM) PanickedOz: heeee! best letter ever!
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"My shirt stays on," he said.
Hee!
This is a really interesting chapter, seeing the way each of them tries to deal with their losses. I love the idea of Fraser blazing in to rescue Vecchio, and the cost of that is so exquisitely drawn here, in both of them.
The sand was still warm from the heat of the day, and when Ray reached the water's edge, he dropped down and dug his bare feet into the sand, trying to ignore his protesting muscles, trying to pretend he wasn't really going crazy. Just a dot on the map, he thought. Small small small.
Nice!
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