Every breath you take [for Asher]

[speakscanadian]

Ray waved the boar meat with a bit more vigor.

"Come on," he hissed, flapping his other hand to get the dog moving. "You know you want this. Come on now."

And still the damn dog wouldn't get off the boat. It was a rottweiler for God's sake and it was nearly whimpering as it faced the leap between the boat and the dock.

"If you get off in five seconds, I'll give you twenty bucks."

Huh. It seemed dogs and children weren't all that different after all.

Chucking the meat in the opposite direction and making sure Onyx followed it, Ray brushed his hands together and turned back to the boat. He'd seen Asher board it at least half an hour before, if not more, and since then he'd watched it for signs of life. While hiding in the bushes with boar meat.

A steakout, if you will.

Ray wasn't quite sure where the line fell between shadowing in a professional capacity and stalking in a personal capacity but he was fairly sure he was walking that line right about now. Climbing onto the boat with a little more confidence than last time, he untied the ropes and cast them out to sea, quietly creeping over the deck on his toes. The natural creaking of the vessel was eerily familiar.

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[speakscanadian.livejournal.com]

"I didn't mean 'cause of the whole New York thing," Ray insisted, stepping carefully back over towards the living quarters. "I mean...cheesecake." Not that Asher was anything like his Ma but he still wanted to know. "If you had to eat it. Fingers? Fork? ...Knife and fork?"

[asher_talos]

"I'd use a fork to stab the person trying to make me eat cheesecake," Asher answered, shrugging it off like it was a perfectly reasonable response to the question. Which it was. To him. "Assuming the knife was a butter knife and therefore useless."

[speakscanadian.livejournal.com]

Ray let out a puff of laughter and patted Asher on the arm as he passed. "You're seriously weird." And most definitely shouldn't be left alone with sharp objects.

He ducked back inside the boat, trying unsuccessfully to suppress a yawn around his words. "You can get us back, right? I'm gonna take a nap."

[asher_talos]

"Says the kidnapper who... smells like a butcher counter." He wasn't even going to ask about that.

Asher grumbled as he looked at the helm. It was Ray's fault they were all the way out there to begin with. He honestly had half a mind to strap a rope to him and make him swim the boat back. It would have saved him the trouble and it would have gotten rid of the smell. It was win-win.

[speakscanadian.livejournal.com]

Asher had a point. Shower first, then a nap. And if Ray happened to choose the bed Asher had been in, that was only because he didn't want to lumber the ex-vampire with two sets of sheets to wash.

"Oh, and uh..." He popped his head back outside, swallowing before he asked as casually as he could: "There's a party tonight for Tabula Rasa Day or something. I was wondering if...I'd see you there?"

[asher_talos]

"Probably." Though Asher would likely consider not drinking and wearing a cup this time around. Just in case. "If I haven't smothered you in your sleep for stinking up the inside of my damn boat."

[speakscanadian.livejournal.com]

Ray smiled slowly to himself as he withdrew his head back inside and started undoing the buttons on his shirt.

"Cool," he called out, stripping it off his shoulders before getting a whiff of himself. "Not cool," he added quietly, wrinkling his nose. "...Ow."