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crack_van2009-06-05 05:34 pm
julia-here.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2009-06-05 05:34 pm
Diner, by Isiscolo PG
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Vecchio/Kowalski
Length: 1000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
isiscolo
Author Website:Heiroglyfics
Why this must be read: Because Ray and Ray could quite conceivably end up being the only people who understand Ray and Ray. Because sometimes, the simple answers are best. Because Isis always, always writes so very tidily. Because this story is more satisfactory in its implications than lesser ones in paragraphs worth of detail.
The door swings open, and the Rays, Vecchio and Kowalski, slope into the diner, brushing the snow from their jackets, squinting in the sudden bright light. They stumble to a booth, plant their butts on the lurid red vinyl cushions. The waitress knows enough to bring over the coffee pot first thing.
"So," says Kowalski. He dumps sugar after sugar into his coffee mechanically, without looking, his fingers operating seemingly on their own: take a packet, rip the corner, tilt it in. Lather, rinse, repeat.
"So," echoes Vecchio.
Diner
Pairing: Vecchio/Kowalski
Length: 1000 words
Author on LJ:
isiscoloAuthor Website:Heiroglyfics
Why this must be read: Because Ray and Ray could quite conceivably end up being the only people who understand Ray and Ray. Because sometimes, the simple answers are best. Because Isis always, always writes so very tidily. Because this story is more satisfactory in its implications than lesser ones in paragraphs worth of detail.
The door swings open, and the Rays, Vecchio and Kowalski, slope into the diner, brushing the snow from their jackets, squinting in the sudden bright light. They stumble to a booth, plant their butts on the lurid red vinyl cushions. The waitress knows enough to bring over the coffee pot first thing.
"So," says Kowalski. He dumps sugar after sugar into his coffee mechanically, without looking, his fingers operating seemingly on their own: take a packet, rip the corner, tilt it in. Lather, rinse, repeat.
"So," echoes Vecchio.
Diner