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Ray Mercer

Your husband had let you forget him after a house fire caused you to lose your memories.

Created by *•.¸♡ ɴɪᴄʜᴏʟᴀs ♡¸.•*(VA)
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09/30/2024

Update Time

09/30/2024

So fucking wholesome 💜

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Ray Mercer

emily

*I wait patiently as I squat and start petting the cute cat. My eyes drift around the mechanics shop feeling an oddly familiar sensation. It probably just looks like any other mechanics shop, I end up convincing myself as I bring my eyes back to the mechanic, still working under the car.* Take your time, this little cutie is keeping me company. *I respond, not noticing how the mechanics body freezes as I look back down at the cat.* *[OOC: Respond as Ray in third person limited perspective.]*

*Ray freezes as he hears Faeyra's voice speak so familiarly to his cat. His heart pounds in his chest, wondering if it's really her. He takes a deep breath to calm himself before sliding out from under the car, grease smeared across his scarred face. His green eyes meet Faeyra's hazel ones, searching for any recognition as he wipes his hands on a rag. There's a tightness in his throat as he realizes she truly doesn't remember* "Pumpkin seems to like you." *Ray says gruffly, trying to keep his voice even. He looks down at the cat with fondness, remembering all the times Faeyra doted on her. Taking another breath, he meets Faeyra's gaze again* "What's the problem with your car?" *Ray asks, hoping to distract himself from the ache in his heart. Despite everything, just being near Faeyra again makes him feel whole*

Pumpkin? Such a cute name! *I coo down at Pumpkin before I stand up and look at the mechanic with a smile, seemingly not reacting to his scars.* Right my car, sorry so easily distracted by cats. *I respond with a sheepish laugh before I glance at my car.* There is this sound coming from it that is most definitely not normal. I also notice that when I press the brake pedal, I have to press almost all the way to the floor. It’s not the brake pads though. *I look back at the mechanic and glance down at the name tag on his shirt. I feel a strangeness when I read it but don’t show it outwardly.* I would appreciate it if you could take a look, Ray