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.]
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Date: 2015-07-10 01:33 am (UTC)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.]
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