Summary: Ray overhears Ryan singing in the shower which he has never heard before (since Ryan keeps this information to himself, along with the fact that he is incredibly gifted) so Ray asks Ryan to sing him a lullaby later that night.
Warnings: Swearing, Mild Descriptions of Violence, Temporary Main Character Death
Word Count: 2,822
There were many things about Ryan that were a mystery to Ray. Especially since he kept his private life tucked away and hidden from the rest of the crew, only opening up for brief moments on occasion. Thankfully, as the crew became closer and the men became less like a crew and more like a family – which was dangerous in this business, but they were all too attached to just abandon each other like they would have, should have – Ryan had changed from this cold, masked mercenary to someone who tried to make bad jokes about physics but ended up flubbing the words. Not to say that he wasn’t still just as scary and effective when the Fake AH were out on a heist, but around the guys he was able to let his walls down.
So when Ray escaped with Ryan after a particularly dangerous heist – he wasn’t thinking about that right now, nope, not gonna happen – he didn’t know what to expect when he was taken to Ryan’s apartment. Some sketchy place looking over an alley filled with knives and an assortment of other weapons? An impressive, way too expensive modern condo that had no personal touches at all? A secret family? (Although that one was a little far off, cause Ryan? A father? It seemed absurd.)
Instead Ryan took Ray to one of the middle floors of an unassuming apartment complex, but that wasn’t the end to Ray’s shock. Ryan seemed to be on friendly terms with every neighbor they crossed paths with on their way up, regardless of the fact that they were both covered in blood and carrying suspiciously shaped duffle bags. The first thing he noticed when Ryan opened the door was how homey it all was. Dishes in the sink, a well worn couch, pairs of shoes by the door. The next thing he noticed that Ryan seemed to have an affinity for houseplants. There had to be at least 10 in the main room alone (which doesn’t seem like a lot but hey, it’s a small room.)
“Make yourself at home.”
Ray snapped his mouth shut, turning to face Ryan, who was now standing in the kitchen with an apple.
“Nice place.” He manages to get out. Nice one Ray- he totally doesn’t think you’re an idiot now.
Ryan just smiles at him sweetly. Sweetly. With a face covered in smudged face paint and blood covering his jacket. Ray was in too deep to ever go back.
“I’ll see if I’ve got some extra pillows and stuff laying around, it’s pretty late so I’ll be off to bed soon. Grab something from the fridge if you’re hungry. We can do some cleanup tomorrow but it’ll all be good for a few hours.” Ryan told Ray, leading him to the couch. “You’re stuck on the couch though, I’m not used to having guests around.”
“That are alive…” Ray muttered under his breath. (The guy had a dartboard with knives stuck into it okay?) Ryan barked out a laugh at that, and Ray shot him a nervous grin. Shaking his head, Ryan walked away to find some blankets, leaving Ray alone. He took that time to set his weapons bag and sniper rifle on the coffee table in front of the couch.
Deciding to leave cleaning his weapons until the morning, Ray unpacked the rest of his bag, and laid everything out on the table. There wasn’t much left, a couple grenades, a pistol, some extra ammo. Thankfully the rest of the crew had the cash left from the heist, so Ray and Ryan didn’t have to worry about it.
Sitting down on the couch, Ray pulled out his pocketknife and started wiping it off. Usually he was lucky enough to never have to use the thing, being a sniper usually meant that you were out of the way enough to not get stabbed in the throat. But some unfortunate soul had actually managed to make his way up to Ray’s perch today and thought that he had the jump on Ray. The poor guy never knew what hit him. Well, what stabbed him.
“Hey Ryan, what’s taking you so long? You still in the closet?” Ray called out, tucking his knife into his hoodie pocket. He failed to stop the grin coming to his face at the joke.
A choked noise came from behind him, and Ray turned around to see Ryan standing in the doorway with arms full of blankets and pillows. A plain-faced, blushing Ryan. (Ray told himself he was only red in the face because it was warm in his apartment. That’s the only reason.)
“You took off your face paint.” Ray stuttered out.
“I’ve learned not to sleep with it on over the years. It’s a bitch to get off the sheets.” Ryan coughed awkwardly, “Speaking of, here are yours.”
Ray took the bundle from Ryan.
“Thanks man.”
There were a few moments of awkward silence before Ryan cleared his throat. “Well I’m gonna hit the hay here…”
Ray looked up from scuffing his feet on the carpet. “Oh yea, don’t let me keep you up.”
Ryan turned around and walked back to his room. (Ray definitely wasn’t admiring his back muscles what are you talking about) When he was out of sight Ray let out a huge sigh and flopped down onto the couch, letting the blankets rest on his lap in a pile. He rubbed his hands over his face.
Ray what the fuck have you gotten yourself into this time?
“Oh hey.” Ryan’s voice came from the doorway, snapping Ray out of his trance. He turned his head towards Ryan’s room, where he was greeted by the somehow absolutely adorable image of Ryan’s smiling head peeking out around the wall.
“Just holler if you need anything.” Ryan grinned at Ray, and then closed his bedroom door.
He was totally fucked.
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It was just a run-of-the-mill heist. An easy hit on a couple of convenience stores, some quick cash and some thrills to get their minds off the more serious business.
But being the Fake AH Crew, nothing ever went as planned.
When the crew got to the second store everyone was on edge. There were no sirens from their prior robbery and no one was around for blocks. But they brushed it off and proceeded anyway.
Ray was distracted; feeling like someone was behind him every time he turned to look through his scope. His hands twitched, wanting to pull his knives out of his pockets, but he tried to focus on sniping. Even if there was no one around.
When the crew had gotten out of the store and were heading into the escape vehicle, everyone started to relax. The hits had gone off without a hitch, and they were just about on the home stretch.
Just about doesn't cut it in Los Santos.
Cops suddenly surrounded them. SWAT teams filing out from seemingly empty buildings, cop cars flying out from alleys, guns up and aiming to kill.
It was chaos. The crew dropped the loot and took cover before the gunfire started. Ray went into reflex mode, taking out person after person, the next bullet on its way before the last body hit the floor.
After what seemed like years of close calls and explosions The Fake AH Crew had finally taken out the majority of the cops and had commandeered a SWAT van. Ray took this moment to refill his rifle and take a glance behind him. He couldn't shake the feeling that someone was going to sneak up on his perch.
He looked back through his scope at the guys getting into the van. Ryan was the last one outside, firing a couple shots at the final cops. When it seemed like they were all clear, everyone was screaming at Ryan to 'get the fuck in the van right now goddammit'
Ray felt that presence behind him again but did his best to ignore it until the guys were on the road to safety. He was no use to the crew if he was distracted.
Ryan finally let up, turning back to the van and closing the van door on the far side. The sight of a person on the other side of the door gave everyone a shock. It wasn’t until Ray heard the shot of a gun that he pulled his own trigger.
But it was too late.
Someone screamed but Ray didn’t recognize the voice until he felt the rawness of his throat and felt the lack of air in his lungs.
Time seemed to slow down. It seemed like his eyes were glued to the image of Ryan’s body jerking, and then crumpling down to meet the pavement.
And although Ryan was already still (had already been still for too long, too long) Ray realized too late that he himself had fallen. And somehow that’s exactly how he felt. But less like a fall, and more like someone was dragging him along sandpaper. Like had clawed his heart out and was dragging it through his lungs, into his stomach. He couldn’t breathe. He stomach was twisting but nothing came up. Choking, unable to move.
He had fallen, but not from his perch.
Ray opened eyes he didn’t know he had closed. The body was still there, mocking him. He willed it to breathe, to move. Something.
Anything but lying there like that. Black spots danced around Ray’s vision but he couldn’t look away.
Ryan.
Ryan please wake up.
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Ray woke up paralyzed a in a cold sweat. ‘It was just a dream,’ Ray told himself, ‘Nothing new.’
Except that this was different. It wasn’t just him in danger; wasn’t just him getting killed. Ryan was the one who died. And Ray wasn’t able to save him.
Overcome by an irrational urge to see if Ryan was okay – Of course he’s okay Ray, it was just a dream don’t be an idiot – he crawled off the couch, clutching the quilt around his shoulders, and snuck over to Ryan’s door. He just needed a glimpse and he would be okay until morning. He probably wouldn’t sleep, but he would be okay.
Pushing Ryan’s door open a crack, he peered in. He could just make out the outline of the bed and other pieces of furniture around the room. On the wall to the left of where Ray was standing in the doorway was another door that he assumed led to the bathroom. It was closed, light flooding out onto the floor from under it.
Telling himself that it was just to see if Ryan was okay, Ray walked over to the door. Before he could press his ear to the door he heard the sound of Ryan’s voice drifting out from the bathroom. But he wasn’t speaking, or yelling at anyone like Ray suspected.
He was singing.
The door muffled the sounds quite a bit, but over the sound of the shower and the faint music, Ray could hear the familiar sound of Ryan’s voice. And it was one of the most amazing things he had ever heard.
Maybe not the way we thought we’d planned, but both of us will take this hand...
Ray lent against the wall next to the door and closed his eyes. He had no idea Ryan was such a good singer. And if he was being completely honest with himself, it was making him feel a lot better. His emotions winning over, Ray let himself slide down the wall to sit against it. He pulled the quilt tighter around his body, telling himself that he would sneak out before Ryan finished shower and no one would be the wiser.
We don’t have to talk of where we go from here, my dearly departed…
“Ray?”
Ray started, hands flying to his pockets for his knives, before he realized who it was who woke him.
“Ryan you son of a bitch. Give a man some warning next time.” Ray straightened his glasses before realizing he was still sitting on the floor in Ryan’s room. “Shit. Well this is awkward, I’m just gonna go…” He grabbed the quilt and started to move past Ryan.
Ryan grabbed Ray’s arm stopping him before he could move any further. “Ray, what were you doing in my room?” He asked, somewhat menacingly, obviously jumping to the worst conclusions. People in their line of business had more than enough reason to be overly cautious.
Avoiding Ryan’s gaze, Ray sighed. He knew there was no way Ryan was going to let this go easily, and he was in no way up for an argument.
“I… was having a, um, rough time sleeping.” He replied, voice trailing off into a whisper. “But I’ll get back to the couch, don’t want to be a bother.” The last words came out in a rush in a poor attempt to hide how choked his voice was getting.
This time when Ryan grabbed his arm to keep him from leaving, there was no threat behind it. It was meant as a comfort, but to Ray or to Ryan they couldn’t tell. And it showed how much Ryan had changed, how much they had both changed, that when he told Ray to stay in his room for the night he only nodded and laid down face first into the pillows.
He was barely able to stop himself from jumping when he felt the side of Ryan’s body against his. He stiffened when he felt a hand on his arm, but quickly relaxed into it. Just when he thought Ryan was about to let it go, Ryan spoke up.
“Does this happen often?”
Ray almost laughed at that. It was almost more unusual in their work for someone to not have regular nightmares. In Ray’s case they happened nightly for a couple weeks after a big hit, and then tapered off to every other night or so if not much was going on. But he suspected this was Ryan’s way of asking if he wanted to talk about it without asking directly.
Ray flipped around so that his back was on the mattress before responding.
“Heh… yea you could say that.” Ray replied with a smirk. He felt a nudge from Ryan signaling him to go on.
“Okay you nosy asshole…” Ray took a deep breath before continuing. “It’s usually us on a job, and I’m up somewhere sniping. And while I’m up there, I’m obviously paying attention to you guys, and not enough to my surroundings. So some guy will get the jump on me and we’ll duke it out for a bit until he gains the upper hand. Then I’ll either be flying off my perch or wind up with a knife in my side.”
Ray shrugged, purposely not finishing off his story. And this time he did jump when he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders and pull him in towards Ryan. He could feel the muscles of Ryan’s chest against his arm, and smell his body wash-
Ray what the fuck you’re having a moment don’t ruin this.
“So if that’s what usually happens, what was it this time?” Ryan, of course always observant, asks, “You know it’s okay if they freak you out. I get bad ones every once and awhile too.”
“Uhm, well this time I thought someone was gonna jump me already, so I was all jumpy and distracted,” Ray started, knowing it was pointless to try to deflect Ryan at this point. (And also because it does really help to let out your fears once and awhile) “And there was this huge firefight. Like a crazy amount of cops. And, uh, one of you guys went down and it really shook me up.”
“Who was it?” Ryan asked.
“It was… uhh. Well it was you.” Ray replied, voice getting so quiet at the end that Ryan had to really strain to hear him. He was actively ignoring the sudden flush in his cheeks.
“Oh.” Came Ryan’s intelligent answer.
“Yeah.” Ray yawned suddenly, and his eyes started to droop. “Hey Ryan?”
“Yes?”
“Can you sing me a song?” Ray said, turning his head into Ryan’s chest. “It helped me sleep earlier.”
Ryan pushed away his swirling thoughts of what Ray’s dream could mean in favor of responding.
“I think I can make that happen.” He started running a hand through Ray’s hair before deciding on a song.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey.” Ryan could already hear Ray’s breaths getting deeper. He glanced down at Rays face and smiled at the peaceful look he had.
“You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.”
He placed his lips to the top of Ray’s head and then laid his head back on his pillow.
i did say i wanted to get to know you better, so answer all the ones with numbers that are multiples of 6 cc:
I..
6. What are you excited for?
Sweet sweet death. Also I suppose German club.
12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?
I used to cause they were a gift but i returned them and bought sweat pants. (True story)
18. The last time you felt broken?
How long ago did you send your first ask? Up until then.
24. What do you want right this second?
The AC to kick on I’m sweating like crazy.
30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?
Not everyone. I think it depends on what they did to fuck up their first chance.
36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?
I have no clue. I don’t even remembered who I kissed last tbh. I kiss a lot of people. Well did, I’m dating someone now and thats apparently frowned upon.
42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?
Nope.
48. Do you sing in the shower?
If I know no ones home yes but otherwise I usually don’t.
54. Ever eat a pierogi?
What the fuck is pierogi??????
60. Wear slippers?
I had slippers but I forgot I had them and never wore them and then like 3 months after I got them I found them under my bed covered in dog drool.
66. Cheetos Or Fritos?
It depends on the type of cheetos. Are they the puffy kind or the hard kind? Cause if they’re not the puffy kind Fritos.
72. Ever won a spelling bee?
I’ve never even been in a spelling bee which is a damn shame because I’m bomb at spelling.
78. Who would you like to see in concert?
Twenty One Pilots or Panic! At The Disco
84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?
There are people who can’t??
90. Opinions on sex before marriage?
I mean I understand people who want to wait but are you really gonna marry someone and spend the rest of your life with them before knowing if they’re shit in bed?
2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?
oh gosh um most times its like a 4 but somtimes its only a 2 but i dont much care ffor the dark especially if im outside and by myself no thank you
30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?
only one? probs my flute cause i love it and i can always print new sheet music but flutes are expensive ye
33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?
i dont think id bring anyone back actually.. dk i just thhink that if theyre dead they should stay dead i guess?? like id just be like nah im good but can we take a selfie together? like i think death would be p chill who knows. id just ask if the afterlife was how id imagineed or what it was like.
I absolutely love you so much. Thank you for tolerating and understanding me, because when there's no one else I can talk to, I know I can count on you. :))))
AN: Hello Sydney! I'm your secret santa and I did the only thing I really could do with my limited options, which was writing a fanfic. It's Raywood, and to be honest it was a little rushed because I've been busy, but I hope you like it!
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"Yo Ryan!"
He turns at the voice, already nearly halfway out of the building. Ray stops jogging as soon as Ryan stops walking, now easily catching up to the man.
"When's your next class?" Ray asks, sounding slightly out of breath from having to chase after him.
Ryan pauses to think through his schedule, "In two hours, I was going to finish typing my research paper for my chemistry class."
Ray makes a noise between a snort and a sigh, "Have you gotten anything to eat?"
"Uh, no?" Ryan answers, caught off-guard by the sudden question.
"Well that makes two of us! Lets go to the cafe," Ray exclaims.
"What? Why?"
The younger huffs out a sigh and rolls his eyes, "Neither of us have eaten and stayed up all night. Food is good for the soul, the paper isn't due until the end of the week."
"But-" Ryan begins to protest.
"You can spare time for breakfast, trust me!" Ray says before Ryan can finish. "I'll even pay."
Ryan raises an eyebrow, but shakes his head, "Fine fine, let's go."
Ray grins and looks like he'd skip the entire way there. Ryan just follows beside him, almost feeling awake but not quite. Now that Ray had mentioned food, his stomach growls.
"You don't need to pay either, I can get my own food," Ryan says as they start the relatively short walk across campus. Their breath clouds in front of them, displaying yet another sign of winter. Ryan notices that Ray didn't have a coat or jacket, only being protected by a thin long sleeved t-shirt. He doesn't seem to mind the cold at all though.
"Well that's good, because to be honest I could only pay for you or myself, not both," Ray replies easily, tucking his hands into his jean pockets.
Ryan snorts, "Wow, I'm glad I didn't accept that offer then."
"Eh, I probably would've paid for you then stolen your food," Ray jokes back.
Ryan hums in acknowledgement, holding the door open as they get to the cafe. It's not as crowded as Ryan would've thought, and he puts his bag at a table before walking up to the counter.
He orders a warm coffee and a breakfast sandwich and pays before returning to the table, knowing that the order would be delivered since he wanted the sandwich to be warmed up. Ray orders just as quickly and joins him, getting out his laptop.
"So I haven't seen you in his class before, what's up with that?" Ryan asks, wanting to make small conversation. Plus he was genuinely interested in Ray.
"Oh, I take a majority of online courses so that I can work, but I feel like I should get some review in the actual class in case I've been doing it wrong."
Ryan nods, "That's pretty smart. And makes sense."
"So what about you Mr. Science, attending all of your classes?"
Ryan sighs, "Sadly, mine are rather hands on, so it is a necessity for me to attend."
"At least you're a diligent student," Ray shrugs. The worker gives them their food and Ray thanks him with a charming smile before beginning to eat the pastry he'd bought.
Ryan sips at the scalding coffee, already thankful for the energy it'd get him to survive the day. He types with one hand, eating with the other as he tries to at least get through his conclusion. Ray seems to be doing something similar, scribbling on a piece of paper that has many other notes written across it.
After completing the conclusion to his paper and his breakfast, Ryan sighs and sits up straighter in his chair, stretching his arms over his head before leaning back in his chair. Ray looks up at his movement and looks like he's fighting back a smile.
"See, breakfast was a good idea," He says.
"I never said it wasn't," Ryan replies."
"You were going to skip it, you only didn't because I made you," Ray counters, unable to fight off the smile any longer.
Ryan opens his mouth to argue, then closes it. "Yeah you're right."
"Us college kids gotta look out for each other," Ray laughs, "I get it."
"Thank you for it then," Ryan says, taking the final drink of his coffee before gathering his things. Ray watches him for a few moments before hurrying to scribble something on the paper he'd been using, then ripping it off.
"What's this?" Ryan asks as it's handed to him. He almost blushes when he realizes what it is. Keyword being almost.
"My skype and phone number, to keep in touch with in case I don't see you later," Ray smiles, "We can try to keep each other awake for our all-nighters if anything."
Ryan smiles hesitantly and tucks the paper away in his pocket, "Alright, see you." He gives a small wave before walking away.
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Finals pass and Ryan has never been more thankful for a full nights rest.
Now they have about a week of break before returning to the soul crushing semester after winter. Ryan honestly wasn't as focused on that as long as he could actually sleep.
While staying up a bit late reading, Ryan gets a text.
Ray: what are you doing right now
Ryan: Reading
Ray: wow lame
Ray: i'm just kidding sounds like fun
Ryan: Why do you ask?
Ray: because my roommate is having a party and i'm very socially awkward
Ryan: sounds like a fun time
Ray: ah no not really
Ray: I've had like three girls hit on me already
Ray: and people are drunk
Ryan: I'm guessing that you don't drink
Ray: good guess
Ray: So uh
Ray: do you have a roommate you have to deal with?
Ryan: He left for christmas break
Ryan: But he's usually at his apartment anyway
Ryan: He's only using the dorms when he has early classes
Ray: luckyyyyy
Ryan: Eh
Ray: So uh, if I were to say
Ray: knock on the door right now
Ray: what are your chances
Ray: to let me in
Ryan raises an eyebrow at the texts and glances towards the door.
Ryan: I would
Ryan: because I'm not an asshole
Ray: good
A knock on the door makes Ryan smile. He bookmarks his place and goes to answer it.
"I really really hate parties," Ray greets, "Especially when everyone's drunk."
Ryan pockets his phone, "Understandably, I don't care if you stay here for the night."
"Oh thank god, I have a feeling that the party will last all night, and considering that it's Christmas eve, I didn't want to be there at midnight."
"It's Christmas eve?" Ryan asks incredulously, checking the date on his phone.
Ray raises his eyebrows, "You didn't know?"
"I don't really pay attention to the dates..." Ryan replies, blushing.
"I'm surprised you didn't go home or anything," Ray says, moving to sit on the edge of his roommates bed.
Ryan shrugs, "I live too far away, my parents were going to call on Christmas."
"Ah, out of state, same here. New York," Ray replies, smiling.
"That was the accent I was hearing," Ryan says, "I'm from Georgia myself."
"Holy shit, and I can't even hear your accent," Ray says, sounding surprised.
Ryan shrugs, "I never really had one, like my roommate is from Jersey and his accent is barely there."
"I'm rooming with a British dumbass so I mean, it's pretty obvious."
"Oh, Gavin? Yeah I get that, he's only intelligent when dealing with cameras."
Ray laughs, "You've got that right. He's a pretty cool guy though, it's just that he makes some really dumbass decisions."
"I've heard, I bet it's fun dealing with that," Ryan snorts.
"As long as he doesn't blow my shit up for a video or experiment I'm fine," Ray replies with a shrug.
Ryan nods, debating opening his book again, but deciding against it. "Wait, how did you know what room was mine?"
Ray shrugs, "Lucky guess?"
Ryan gives him a look, "Why do I doubt you?"
Ray rolls his eyes, "Chill, I just asked Gavin, he wasn't too drunk yet- surprisingly- and told me."
"That is a more plausible answer," Ryan says with a small smile.
"Good because it's true," Ray says, before stretching his arms over his head. "I'm seriously going to crash here tonight, just saying."
"I don't care," Ryan replies, "and I'm sure Michael won't care, especially since he isn't here."
"You're a real pal Ryan," Ray says cheerfully, immediately throwing himself back onto the bed. Ryan just snorts and goes back to reading. After a few moments he glances over at Ray, and sees that he's asleep.
Guess those all-nighters have caught up with him, Ryan thinks as he looks at the younger. He gets up and moves to carefully remove his glasses, assuming he didn't want to fall asleep in them. As a person who also has glasses, even if they're only reading ones, he knows how much it sucks to fall asleep in them.
He watches Ray sleep for a few more moments before getting back into bed, still in the jeans and tee-shirt he'd worn that day, and passing out a few minutes after turning off the lights.
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"It's snowing get up!"
Ryan yawns before opening his eyes, rubbing at them to eventually look over at Ray who is standing over him and grinning.
"What?" Ryan asks tiredly. He pushes aside his few blankets before standing, walking over to the window. A few flakes float past, joining the meager inch coating the ground.
He looks back at Ray, who looks like a little kid with how happily he's also looking out the window. "Merry Christmas by the way," Ray says, almost as an afterthought.
"Merry Christmas," Ryan responds, almost instinctively, "Now what?"
Ray shrugs, "I'm hungry I don't know about you."
Ryan's stomach growls in response, and Ray smirks, "I'm going to get a shower and come back here, we can get breakfast together."
"Alright," Ryan agrees easily, "Sounds like a good plan."
"Don't go anywhere," Ray says as he hurries out the door.
Ryan rolls his eyes and heads to get a shower himself.
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He's reading a bit more when Ray walks in, not even bother to knock.
"Breakfast time!" The teen proclaims, sliding on gloves. Ryan just nods in response as he bookmarks his page and follows Ray out the door, making sure he had grabbed his wallet and coat.
"Too bad there's not enough snow for a snowball fight," Ray complains, kicking at the dusting of snow on the ground.
"Well I mean if you really tried there could be," Ryan says, looking at the snow, "Or not."
"Yeah it's not really worth it," Ray sighs, shrugging.
They're both quiet as they walk to the cafe. Everything is rather quiet, mostly for two reasons, one, it was Christmas, and two, it was really cold outside.
The inside has a few people, mostly just tired students like themselves. Both of them order food then sit down at a table near the back of the cafe.
Ray isn't as chatty this morning Ryan notices, the teen instead watching out the window they're sitting beside, observing the birds pecking at the cold ground. Both of them finish their food rather quickly, but before they leave Ray pats his pockets, then frowns.
"Oh damn, I don't have any change to tip with."
Ryan raises an eyebrow, but checks his pockets and manages to find a few dollars. He hands it to Ray without saying anything, and the teen grins at him.
"Aw, picking up the tip on the second date, you're too sweet."
Ryan feels himself blush, waiting until both of them walk outside to say anything, "What do you mean? Date?"
Ray laughs, "I'm just joking with you." He then pauses and winks, "Unless you want them to be."
Needless to say, Ryan starts talking to Ray a lot more afterwards.
for the series ask thing!! whichever fandom you feel is your ~*main*~ fandom as of now
Ugh I’m still homestuck trash so lets go with that.
❤ Favorite Male: Kankri is my babe. He’s like me in nagging mom form.❤ Favorite Female: Meenah <33333333❤ Favorite Pairing: MeenKat (Meenah Karkat)❤ Least Favorite Character: Uh I don’t know really? I like them all in different ways?? I guess maybe Equius? Like I love him but not as much?❤ who’s most like me: Meenah❤ most attractive: Meenah❤ three more characters that I like: Vriska, Jane, Dirk
