asher_talos | [for Ray - Dated to 4/01]

Things had been quiet, and Asher wasn't sure yet if that was a good or a bad thing. In that moment, as he sat at the bar of the gazebo outside the hut, he couldn't say he actually cared one way or another. The farthest thing from his mind was Hannibal King and the trouble he'd brought along with him when he showed up.

Maybe he didn't often show it or even think about it all that much, but he knew he had it pretty good on the Island. It wasn't the sort of thought he'd openly express to Danica - lest she disown him completely for thinking something so disgustingly vile - but he knew. It wasn't perfect and it wasn't home, not really, but life on the Island wasn't what it used to be nearly five years ago.

He had Danica, pain in the ass that she was, and that alone made things more bearable than they had been when he first showed up. He had Del and the twins. And, now, he had Ray.

Things could have been a lot worse. Things have been a lot worse...

And its with that thought that he thinks maybe Danica should disown him, because even he was making himself a little nauseous.

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No amount of polish was going to get Ray's boots shiny again. Dust kicked up with every step he took, shrouding his feet in clouds of grit. Luckily the dust didn't reach up as far as his sheriff badge, so that was just as shiny as it had been two hours ago when Ray had buffed it up nice and good.

"...so once we've fought off the last killer machine, I say we elope to Vegas together and see if we can't find ourselves an Elvis," he finished, hands on his hips and pacing having stopped when he looked over at Asher. He clearly hadn't been listening to Ray's plans about how to stop all the dirt from getting into the place where they live. Doggy doormat and paw pool had already been vitoed and Asher appeared to have stopped listening right around the time when Ray had suggested they stick to sweeping and share the housework.

"Wild wild west to Asher, come in, Asher..."

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