"Rrrrf," replies the wolf, getting to his feet to follow.
"Wolves don't need caffeine," Fraser reminds him. "Perhaps if you stopped eating so much junk food, you wouldn't find it so difficult to get up in the morning."
"Mmrrruf." Diefenbaker retorts, turning his back on the Mountie to follow Ray out the door. Fraser sighs, then follows suit. "You let a wolf save your life, and you pay, and you pay, and you pay ... "
He easily matches strides with the other man, Diefenbaker trotting alongside the Chicago detective as they head out onto the street. "I was talking to Diefenbaker, though I have to say your dietary choices are hardly sterling, either." His breath clouds in the chill air.
He turns the collar up on his jacket and shoves his hands into his pockets. Where the hell did he leave his gloves anyway? Welcome to winter in Chicago.
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not_that_ray) wrote2007-12-31 12:18 am
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"Yeah," he comments, feeling somewhat dejected. "I'll be back. I've gotta find the real deal before my brain leaks out my ears."
He grabs his jacket from the back of the chair.
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"Wolves don't need caffeine," Fraser reminds him. "Perhaps if you stopped eating so much junk food, you wouldn't find it so difficult to get up in the morning."
"Mmrrruf." Diefenbaker retorts, turning his back on the Mountie to follow Ray out the door. Fraser sighs, then follows suit. "You let a wolf save your life, and you pay, and you pay, and you pay ... "
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"Beats not eating at all."