Ray Vecchio (
speakscanadian) wrote2014-03-19 11:32 pm
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Even if Asher didn't realise it, Ray was just trying to help. As much as he disliked him smoking, Ray hated seeing him so stressed and unsettled all the time even more. So while he couldn't in good conscience encourage Asher to puff his merry way to cancer town, he was willing to try other options.
Even if one of those options involved him getting repeatedly hit in the head.
"Rules. Number one, nothing below the belt." Ray ducked under the ropes and into the ring. "Nothing unpleasant anyway. Rule number two, I'm walkin' outta here with all of my teeth still inside my mouth, okay? And number three," he bashed his boxing gloves against his skull, "no making fun of my head guard."
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"Added incentive for you to take a swing. I'm just that thoughtful," he replied, keeping back and circling a little. "Also, that counts as making fun. I was gonna give you a free hit but now you've lost that privilege."
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"Maybe you should swing first. You're good at that."
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"You might not need handouts but you do need tips. Hands up here, rockstar." He lifted his gloves near his head by way of example. Ray knew it wouldn't be easy to wind Asher up enough to take a swing just by talking to him, despite how annoying Asher always claimed him to be.
He moved closer, more focused now it had actually begun. "I'm good at a lot of things."
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Lots of thing came to mind but Ray went with the most obvious first. "One. I'm good at frustrating you," he said, sending a jab towards Asher's ribs.
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Recoiling after the hit, Asher recovered quickly and followed with a punch of his own. "Being annoying as fuck is not something most people would boast as a talent," he said.
"Next."
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Stepping back to collect himself, he watched Asher carefully, trying to predict what he might do.
"Next is my unparalleled ability to get under your skin."
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"This is stupid. I feel about as dumb as you look."
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"What the fuck is your problem?! You're wearing the idiotic hat, not me!" Asher yelled, sending two quick jabs to Ray's chest.
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"I'm not the one with the problem!" He insisted, shoving Asher away from him. Given that he'd just broken one of the only three rules of the game, Asher shouldn't have been surprised when Ray rushed him head first.
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All he could do was keep pushing in an attempt to knock Asher off his feet. That and swipe out a foot intended to trip him up. It wasn't gentlemanly but it wasn't against the rules either.
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"How is that a legal move?!" He yelled, pummeling Ray in the helmet.
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"It's not! Get pissed!" He encouraged, doing his best to curl into a ball and cover his head for safety. His voice was muffled and breathless. "You just keep hitting until you feel better."
Or until Ray passed out.
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"You're even dumber than you look!" Asher hissed, but as dumb as he thought Ray's idea was it didn't stop him from hitting him. It wasn't making him feel any better, but he thought maybe there was a small chance that one of those punched would be the one that knocked some sense into the other man.
The blows stopped abruptly once Asher's arm started to get tired, and he shoved Ray off of himself.
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"..........do you feel better?" he asked, slowly uncovering his sore head to look at him.
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Ray had taken more punishment than he had, but he figured he deserved it. Not only had this all been his idea, but he'd also been the one who jumped from boxing to football in a matter of minutes.
"How do you feel?" Asher asked, throwing the glove at Ray's head once he'd managed to remove it.
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"Like you just kicked my ass six ways from Sunday." And then added insult to injury with the scrawny comment.
He batted the glove away, then draped a tired arm over his forehead. "You were supposed to feel better. De-stressing you was the plan."
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"If it helps, I did forget what I was stressing out about while I was focused on bashing your head in."
It was something.
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Not physically but his head didn't need much more than a few aspirins and some TLC to recover.
"Y'know." Even before he began, Ray knew Asher wouldn't want to hear it. He kept his voice low. "Sooner or later you gotta find a way to stop stressing about it altogether. It's not healthy."
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"And stop fussing about my health." He was well aware of his mortality without Ray's constant reminders. He couldn't stress, he couldn't smoke to deal with the stress - there was just no winning.
Removing the second glove, he dropped it onto Ray's stomach and stared upward from his spot on the floor of the ring.
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"How's your blood pressure? Stress can cause heart attacks, you know. Completely outta the blue. When was the last time you had a general health examination?"
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"You send my blood pressure through the roof all the time. Why are you only now concerned about it when something else is responsible for it?"
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Asher was practically a ticking time bomb. His Grandpop had been a worrier, right up until he developed dementia. At this rate, Asher was going to make Ray sick as well as himself.
"You're used to me." Ray thought he was actually pretty low maintenance but whatever. "All the stuff with Del and the kids though, that keeps building and building. I see it. You should get checked out again."
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"Is this supposed to be you dialing it back?"
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"I'll dial it back after you get a medical," Ray promised, more than happy to make that compromise. Whether or not Asher was as willing, he'd have to wait and see.
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"I'll consider it after you dial it back."
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"How about I bash you in the face so hard that you have to seek medical help?"
Ray figured that was the sort of option Asher would give him were the roles reversed.
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"Also? You and I both know you're not going to do that. You'd end up more injured than me in the end, and I don't think you're that dumb." Close, maybe, but not quite.
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"I'll take off the helmet if you let Coop check your lungs and your blood pressure," he bargained.
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"My lungs are probably in better shape than yours. I didn't start smoking until well after I was turned, and vampires can't get lung cancer. You, on the other hand, lived in a major city for your entire life. Who knows what the hell you've breathed in over the years."
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"Maybe all the bad effects got released into you when you turned human and now you're more susceptible," he argued. He highly doubted Asher could counter-act that statement with scientific evidence proving otherwise.
"Look, it's real simple, Asher." He leaned over him, looking him in the eye. "I'm worrying about you. If you want me to stop and shut up about it, you'll see Coop for a check up."
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Asher loved saying that, so Ray hoped the incentive would be enough.
"Win-win for you."
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Threats hadn't worked, nagging hadn't worked, bargaining hadn't worked and guilt-tripping hadn't either. He wasn't holding out much hope of 'fun' working after all of that but he'd try, at least.
Dropping the head guard on the floor, he rubbed his hands on Asher's stomach where he'd hit him just before.
"Fun could persuade you...?"
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"Or not. I know that it couldn't hurt to try." No more than beating each other up had, anyway.
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He pushed his hands up to Asher's chest to steady himself as he leaned back down. Sometimes he and Asher had different ideas of fun and in this case, playing dumb was one of Ray's.
"Scrabble...?"
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"Upwords. All the boredom of Scrabble with a twist."
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Perhaps the boredom of Scrabble would be enough of an incentive for them to make their own fun. Ray still didn't rate his chances of persuading him though, if a crappy board game was all he had up his sleeve.
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"We'll figure something out."