tinstar: (drinking)
Deputy US Marshal Givens ([personal profile] tinstar) wrote in [community profile] villagelogs 2021-07-15 01:13 am (UTC)

"None whatsoever," Raylan supplied, sparing Dorian the Parent Trap reference he was sure would go over the man's head. "We don't even explode when we touch."

It was an offer made for comfort, Raylan oblivious to the fantasy brewing in the back of Dorian's head. Just like Dorian's last innuendo, Raylan was far enough removed from that line of thinking that it blew over his head in kind. Even if it hadn't, there'd be no judgement. It'd be a lie to say a little.. mutual masturbation, if that's even what it was called, hadn't crossed Raylan's mind at least once.

He was a very pretty man.

Raylan only hummed to the 'Not recently'. Where he'd normally give out warnings, he had a feeling that a few basic things were backwards between his world and Dorian's and even if he didn't, he had a good sense for people. Dorian was charming and likely a bit reckless; Raylan gut suggested the most harm that Dorian would bring would be accidental, on a base level. There was always a fraction of room left for Raylan to be wrong, but he doubted he was.

Laughing softly at the question, Raylan's everything curled in his amusement, eyebrows finding high-ground on his forehead. "I am inviting you to make sure you've got somethin' to cushion that moonshine unless you want to be puking up what I assume are very fine shoes. If a sandwich is what you'd like," he offered with a thumb towards the kitchen.

Yeah, right over his salt and pepper head.

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