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[aggressiveapathy]

but i don't wanna solve the trail of intricate clues
yet
cake?

[theminotaur]

Apparently it is more than just America's birthday.

[aggressiveapathy]

it's eat cake and send the videos to starving russia day
isn't it

[theminotaur]

Let freedom ring!

[aggressiveapathy]

the best things about america
junk food and mocking others
okay
this could work

[theminotaur]

Will says we can watch fireworks on the roof later, too.

[heavyhitter]

nicely done

what if he like vanishes tho
that shit ahhpens all the time right

[aggressiveapathy]

little does he know
there will also be launching

[theminotaur]

AWESOME!!!

[aggressiveapathy]

sshh
he can sense
when plotting is happeing

[infomodder]

your hair has been amazing this month
do you trust me?

[aggressiveapathy]

...
did you find a magic murder carpet?

[infomodder]

close but not quite
ive got some work to do that will keep me from home
if i dont return for several days
or a week
you trust me
dont you?

[aggressiveapathy]

i married you
so
yes
it's your apparent stab-ability
i worry about

[infomodder]

and i thank whatever higher power there may be for that every day
but
the stabbing was a very unique situation that won't be repeated
this is different
i'll be fine
just out of town until it's over

[aggressiveapathy]

i don't get a hint?

[infomodder]

when i say work it's work that isn't actually tied into my paying jobs
i'll be home soon to pack if you want to discuss it further
but i wanted to give you a head's up

[aggressiveapathy]

oh
so did my therapy session help bring the band back together

[100% moving his favorite plaid shirts (some. she can't carry all of them) to the bed so she can sit on them. Non-police police work is way too close to Fred's second favorite subject of conversation.]

[infomodder]

i believe it did help some yes
even if he was very rude going by your reports

[Are they going to make sweet sweet love on his favorite plaid shirts before he has to run all over the country after Walter White? Because that would be awesome. He would be even more inclined to do non-police police work if that was part of it.]

[aggressiveapathy]

god
if he stops being rude
i'll stop talking to him


[No- well. Maybe. Mostly they are being held hostage for a little while.]

[infomodder]

he could stand to be more respectful to you
i wouldn't hold my breath for that to change any time soon
still
it would be nice

[But he's from "Baltimore" where nice things never happen to anyone ever. Hoping for nice things from other people from "Baltimore" are just empty words. It's like saying he sure would love to see a neon green sky with a trippy pink sun. Anyway, April might be alerted to Will's presence in the house by a raccoon coming back to give her the news from one of the walkways leading to their room. The dogs barking and suddenly going quiet might spoil the surprise. Perhaps none of these things happen to give her the 411 and Will opening their bedroom door with a bag of Chinese take out hanging from one hand (he's leaving, of course he's bringing a parting tribute before he scuttles off) is the first she'll realize it. That Will texted her as he opened the front door.

Will who stares at this set up of April on his most cherished plaid shirts for a moment, outright rude staring, torn between arousal and the fondest aggravation he could ever possibly feel. Possible that both win out (why can't it be both?), and he crosses to sit next to her after a quick kiss to the forehead, toeing out of his shoes.]

How was your day?

[aggressiveapathy]

Mm. You know. Law bending and making sure the bad guys go free.

[The opposite of what the DA's office was supposed to do. But that's what made it part of the system. They didn't live in CSI land where everyone confessed after prolonged eye contact alone and the lab techs did all the actual case building.

But she returns the forehead kiss with an actual one- while reaching blinding for the food. If she's going to be bribed, she's going to enjoy it on top of her shirt hostages.]

A week?

[infomodder]

[Why is he going camping in probably nowhere when he's a perfectly happy camper here? Oh, right. Baltimore. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach, they say, but Will easily hands over the goodies in exchange for an actual kiss. He's going to miss this, he knows, even if he's only gone for two or three days. Fred.]

I suspect it'll be at least a week, yes. [So maybe he stopped halfway through getting that shoe off, he can't be blamed. April is a great kisser, the quick glossy-eyed look slapped over his face is a sure sign of this much. Doesn't even matter that she lets the bad guys go free...Will's done that with the Worst Bad Guy, he can relate. Sometimes the baddies just gotta walk, even if they're not walking because of friendship.] I've gotta find someone and I highly doubt it's going to be a cakewalk. Might be longer, but I'll have my communicator and my cell phone. I'll be in touch with you as much as I can.

[Shoes get kicked to the corner. If Will doesn't put them up, EAR can do it later. His voice is quiet, serious, but his body doesn't follow...for the time being, he's content to sit instead of run. Just give him some time to talk to his wife, share a meal, maybe have a shower, and then he'll be gone, hitting the trails with all the earnestness and determination anyone could ask for. But...an hour at home. An hour at home first couldn't be too bad. An hour that starts when he leans his face against her shoulder. He doesn't want to go but he has to go—surely she gets it?]

[aggressiveapathy]

[There's a sigh as she leans her cheek against the top of his head- the entire food unpacking still going by feel alone. Because so what if she spills some? There's probably three raccoons in the rafters betting on whether she'll do just that, one of Abigail's baby ones being mentored on how to best sprint and tackle the food before the dogs can get to it. Another part of life- like Will having his Baltimore time. Even if this time was pushing into rude turf. Fred being a jerk to her face was fine. More than fine, it was fun most of the time, because then Will couldn't pout when she rushed to return the favor. But jerking Will across America?

Not cool, Fred. April will take Raina on a private weekend spa trip as revenge for this, even if it bankrupts the house.]

Can you take one of the jerks with you. So they can text if...whatever you're looking for goes too nuts.

[She's half sure it's Crane. Psycho, torture Crane that has Fred all up in knots but not enough to call Will when he's on duty about it. But he'd asked her to trust him so...what can she do. Except send little helpers.]

[infomodder]

[He takes a deep breath, looking at the walkways as best he can, wondering which of the tiny, furry crew she'd send with him. Horrified at the idea of coming back with said tiny, furry crew member a bloody mess or worse (heavy) in his arms. Sure, he knows they can take care of themselves. Better than he can some days, it feels. But if this Walter White is as dangerous as Chilton says, and when he's already gone this far...

No. He can't.]

It's too dangerous. [He might be mumbling straight into her neck, but that's fine when her ears are so close. Mumbling not to complain, not to be childish, not to brag, not to be humble, just because he's got a few moments to rest before he picks up the hunt and resting against April is damn near the best place he can think of.] I'll be fine, but I don't know if this guy has reservations about...hurting animals. Better they stay here with you.

[Their generous, wonderful leader. Savior from another City. Their queen.

Will's queen.]