"I remember tons. I remember being in Chicago, I remember scheduling a meet downtown. I remember walking to the rendezvous point dry and good-smelling, and then, boom!" Ray claps his hands together. It helps bring the story to life. "I'm walking down some freezing-cold hallway, damp and buttery-smelling. It was not pleasant, Fraser. Butter got in places it did not need to be. I had to wash my lucky boxers! You know, the ones I was wearing when I won the Hawkeyes (http://www.trinityslash.com/trans/ep154.html) game." Ray sighs. "That washes all the luck right out." Now what's he gonna wear on dates?
Anyway. "So, yeah. Tons of memories, but nothing that helps me figure out what the Hat was thinking. If, um, if the Hat thinks." Hm. "Hey, where do you figure it keeps its brain?"
Ray lets out a low whistle, following Fraser's line of sight up to the stetson and back. "Indentured servants? That's freaky. This whole thing is very..." There aren't words to describe the weirdness of this situation. But all the info is coming from Fraser, so Ray knows it's good. "Now I feel kinda bad for kicking 'em. I kicked a lot of 'em." A whole lot.
Ray holds a groan in, and clenches his jaw. "Did I say I was blaming you? No. All I said was that it isn't fair. I'm not blaming you for being all tan. You wanna go and get skin cancer, that's on you. Works for you. The tan, not the cancer."
Hang on.
"You were in the Hospital Wing?" All tanning-related thoughts whoosh right out of Ray's head. "You didn't say your 'bit of a' -" Ray mimicked Fraser's earlier hand motion "-was bad enough for a trip to the hospital. You gotta keep me updated on this kinda stuff!"
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Anyway. "So, yeah. Tons of memories, but nothing that helps me figure out what the Hat was thinking. If, um, if the Hat thinks." Hm. "Hey, where do you figure it keeps its brain?"
Ray lets out a low whistle, following Fraser's line of sight up to the stetson and back. "Indentured servants? That's freaky. This whole thing is very..." There aren't words to describe the weirdness of this situation. But all the info is coming from Fraser, so Ray knows it's good. "Now I feel kinda bad for kicking 'em. I kicked a lot of 'em." A whole lot.
Ray holds a groan in, and clenches his jaw. "Did I say I was blaming you? No. All I said was that it isn't fair. I'm not blaming you for being all tan. You wanna go and get skin cancer, that's on you. Works for you. The tan, not the cancer."
Hang on.
"You were in the Hospital Wing?" All tanning-related thoughts whoosh right out of Ray's head. "You didn't say your 'bit of a' -" Ray mimicked Fraser's earlier hand motion "-was bad enough for a trip to the hospital. You gotta keep me updated on this kinda stuff!"