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[brushoff]

[ Yeah his response to that....is to just straight up take his shirt off.

In Dorian's defense, like half of that bottle of wine is GONE. ]

[khajidont]

[Perhaps Jaime's met April, but he hasn't met any of her raccoons. When he's greeted with one's furry little face, he rears back, holding the bag of food protectively to his chest with a small, uttered,]

Oh god.

[Aren't raccoons technically vermin?]

Um... hello, [he says, toeing off his shoes - though he's not entirely sure why, since he's pretty sure the animals track in much more dirt than his shoes would - and turning the corner to see her in the pillow fort.]

Does your raccoon usually answer the door for you?

Oct 31st, Morning (not here)

[runningstart]

[NOT ENOUGH WEBS, HUH?! Well, take this! You’ll get the star treatment this time, bait shop!]

[aggressiveapathy]

[ it's so beautiful ]

[aggressiveapathy]

Not like there's anything to talk about.

[ Will's gone. it sucks. He would be back and she wouldn't consider otherwise. Done. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[ April blinks, but then gives a small scoff. What a bro, ready for everything. ]

Nice acceptance of fate. Pale. But nice.

[brushoff]

[ God help them when one of the kids walks in. ]

I'm not going to ruin my shirt when you inevitably claw my eyes out. I have priorities.

[ and is getting more than slightly drunk. ]

[textualhealing]

Well. I guess there's a few things to discuss. Like who's meant to be doing breakfast every morning.

[Because getting up earlier to make his own breakfast sounds like more effort than he's willing to give.]

[aggressiveapathy]

Raccoons.

[ Because there are so much more than one, some poking their heads from walkways on the ceiling or around corners to investigate this new food-bearing entity. Along with multiple dogs of course, joining in on this food discovery adventure.

April doesn't do much more than shuffle slightly to the side, the golden retriever in her lap grudgingly going along, to make room for Jaime to join her. Nothing weird about an animal filled house.]

[aggressiveapathy]

[ She holds out a hand, reaching towards the now-stripped shirt without having the energy to move the few inches forward to snatch it herself. ]

Give.

[aggressiveapathy]

We've got pizza places and a phone. All meals solved.

[ Everyone gets fat when sad, Jeff. They go together. ]

[brushoff]

[ Battle of the lazy: like hell Dorian's going to move the few inches needed to hand April the shirt.

So, he throws it at her. ]

Catch!

[ A+ job. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[ Damn his evil mastermind ways, she ends up having to make the effort of catching it. Then wrapping it around her neck like a scarf, her new spoil of some unnamed and undeclared war. It's time for another victory vodka chug of triumph.]

You'll get it back when you earn it.

[brushoff]

[ He takes a sympathy chug of the wine because hey, she's going for the vodka, why not. ]

And just how exactly can I earn it?

[aggressiveapathy]

Continue with the entertainments. Make me immortal in a sculpture. Something.

[ Just don't let her have to actually think about anything for a while. ]

[brushoff]

I brought booze, not art materials. What, do you want me to recite poetry or something?

[ But then, Dorian looks around. They're in a blanket fort. There are pillows in here also. And really, he doesn't know much about what April's drunken state is but he's shameless + tipsy enough to try and make a bad decision. ]

Cap the vodka for a moment.

[aggressiveapathy]

[ The drunk state is solidifying, enough so that it takes her a try or two to get the cap fully on. But clearly not enough that her instant reaction is a petulant no to requests made. ]

I'm keeping my shirt. S. Shirts.

[brushoff]

I don't want my shirt back just yet.

[ no, what he's going to do is start a pillow fight because Dorian Gray is sometimes incredibly immature. Once the cap's on, he tosses a pillow straight at April's face. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

Motherf-

[ She sees the pillow coming, sees it, but there's too much booze, captain. They can't stop the impact. And the impact is enough to send her toppling backwards, now laying on the carpet, looking at the blankets above.

Oh. It was on.

The pillow is aimed directly towards his stomach and isn't thrown, but whipped forward. ]

[brushoff]

[ Yeah, as soon as she gets a pillow to the face he can't help but laugh out loud like the asshole he is. As such, Dorian's too distracted by laughing at April (it hit her right in the face) that the stomach pillow knocks him backwards, as Dorian lands partly on the ground, partly against a chair that's holding up the blanket fort.

Pillow warfare has begun.

That pillow that she threw at him is thrown back at April, ostensibly towards the face again, actually a bit too high so the bottom half MIGHT hit her forehead. ]

[textualhealing]

[But pizza for breakfast?! And yet not even gonna argue that. He knows better than to argue with April.]

Alright...

[And unrelated but added on nevertheless:] He ever vanished before?

[khajidont]

Oh, boy. Yeah, I'm seeing the whole plural thing now.

[He eyes them a little warily before saying, as if they could somehow understand him,] Uh, hey... guys. Girls?

[Well, he's not about to check. It's with a lot more comfort that he leans over to scratch at the nearest dog's ears before walking over to where April's sitting down, and he takes the unspoken invitation to sit down beside her in order to pass over the food. He glances up at the blanket fort above them before saying, a little tentatively,] So, is the whole fort thing a new addition, or...?

[aggressiveapathy]

Yeah.

[ In fact, one Will had vanished and been replaced with a Will with no memory of this world. She'd just happened to fall for the second one. This train of thought is not helping Jeff, and April finally shoves herself up so she's leaning on his shoulder instead of his thigh. ]

But. It doesn't matter. Three months. Shut up until then.

[aggressiveapathy]

It's the way of my people.

[ Her people being adults unable to deal with complicated emotions in a rationale manner, but she doesn't specify out loud. Instead she digs into the food, seeing what sacrifice has been brought to her. ]

What class?

[khajidont]

Uh huh.

[Now that he's sitting down, he takes out one of the boxes and hands it over to April, though he claims the small bag of chips he stowed away in there for himself. He munches on one, swallows, then says,] Just a mechanics course. I'm taking it for work, and I guess Will wants to be able to keep up all his boats for himself.

[He's carefully referring to Will only in the present tense. There comes a time when Jaime does give up hope, but he at least tries to wait it out a few days.]

Is he taking more than one class?