Sep. 7th, 2025

not_that_ray: (right Fraser)
"You might have a thing, Fraser. That- what did you call it? Post chase syncopation? I'm losing my groove." He can feel every damn bruise. On his ribs. And the two throbbing on his face. He wonders if he'll be able to open his right eye in the morning. No, don't think about that. Fight's over. Arrest is made. It's done. As badly as it sucked. There's no more adrenaline in his system and he's sitting down. Not a good combination. At least he's home and in his favorite chair. Consolations.

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