my lover's the sunlight.
Pairing: Racetrack Higgins/Albert DaSilva
Trigger Warnings: Swearing, Emetophobia
Race suddenly stopped in his tracks, gasped like someone who'd just surfaced from a pool, and pointed, "Ohmygod!"
"What is it?"
"The thing?" Race asked, still enraptured by said thing he was gaping at.
Albert rolled his eyes, "Yes, the thing."
"Huge. Fucking. Unicorn." Race pointed to a stall where, as promised, was a huge fucking unicorn. It glowed.
"I'm winning you that, c'mon."