the stuff for 6 month anniversary came btw it has to go in the fridge if you're not here soon
[The chocolate snake made in the same image of her tattoo, with gooey strawberry red filling, is being stared it mournfully right now. The clothing and card don't have to go in the fridge. But uh. He might just put them all in there because grief!!!!]
[The funny thing, when April sees Will, is that his mention of needing to put on pants meant "I need to cover myself" because his idea of pants ends up being plaid pajama bottoms that clash bitterly with the plaid shirt he threw on over the white undershirt he tends to sleep in. He's outside, barefoot, every single window open. One finger has a hasty, homemade bandage wrapped around it, and he has the distinct look of someone who is more focused on the person he's expecting instead of the distinct look of someone puzzled by the appearance of raccoons. He's pale and tired and all that, sure, but there's new hope and life coursing through his veins to make it almost seem like he's ready to run a 5k instead of collapse into bed and sleep for a solid day. He lingers next to that dogwood tree naturally, dog-and-tree pack, glancing back at its progress when looking up the road gives him no April.
But, oh, when she finally does come into view, he's got eyes for nothing and no one else, snaps out of standing around and waiting and looking quickly, pushing off to meet her. Meet her halfway, maybe? She could stop and let him bridge the full gap, there is a Will Graham-shaped train coming at her regardless.]
[ She grins a little, ducking her head to hide it, as he rushes up to meet her. The same pace she'd been walking at the whole time doesn't change until he's within half a dozen feet. And then she stops. All the better to brace herself for impact with, my dear, and all that. But no matter how hard that impact may or may not be, she wraps her arms around his shoulders, forehead pressed against his neck.
It hadn't been anything to her, this little trip out. Leaving her chat with Mary one minute, then the next she was outside the porter with her comm freaking out at her. No new memories or even a cool new tattoo. But it'd still be possibly the worst moment ever for it to happen. ]
Stupid porter. It never does this when, like, I have a 80 hour work week or something.
[Stand still as much as she wants, Will's just gonna hug her like she's been gone for months.
There is plenty of force, of course, of course. Not enough to knock her over, but enough to make it clear Will could just as easily grab her up off the ground. He's a bit exhausted for that, though, so he ends up hugging her tightly, momentarily uncomfortable before his grip eases off. Right now, breathing a few strands of her hair straight up his nose is one of the best things to happen to him instead of a source of mild irritation.]
Rather you be stuck at the hell of a work week than be gone. [Grumbling, quiet, close enough to ear that he doesn't see a reason to raise his voice. Though the Porter does definitely deserve a stern talking to about this.] Sorry you're coming back to a mess.
[Whether he means himself or the house is anyone's guess.
[ Apparently she's going with the mess being the one of the raccoon's making. She doesn't move out of the hug, but does pull one arm away to try and tug Will's bandaged hand up towards her face to examine it. She always rolled her eyes and made empty threats when people wondered what diseases her raccoons had. But now was the first time she's ever actually taken a moment to consider it herself. Surely they all scheduled their own vet appointments.
[When April mentions it, tugs on his hand, it seems almost like Will had totally forgotten about it. Because he had. Eduardo and Will had a disagreement, he'd slapped a bandage over it to stop the bleeding after a quick wash, texted April about it, and immediately turned into a sad, terrible mess.]
Yeah...he was the last one to. Escape. [Eduardo was the oldest of them, or had been around the longest, from what Will could tell. So even though he's always viewed him as some furry stand-in for April's father, in this world, Will made more of an effort to keep him from running off than the others.] It's not that bad. Just bled a lot at first. Doesn't even hurt anymore.
[Never mind the fact that he has yet to detach himself from April in any way to give off the vibes that he's totally okay now, Will goes ahead and wiggles his finger to show that it (so far) isn't a gangrenous, infectious, rotting digit that will put his life in danger. Everything is all right. Will be all right, now that she's back. Wiggles his finger and, to show dexterity, he opens it from the next, enough room for another finger to fit in. Definitely just showing that his motor skills are all right, not unsubtly hinting about how lonely his hands have been and how she can fix that.]
[ His totally subtle hints are rewarded and April threads her fingers though his, bringing the bandaged hand down to press a kiss against the wrapping. Because pressing more germs from her mouth against the wound is the solution to all injuries, right? ]
He'll draw an apology picture. With puppies in it.
[ Puppies, the biggest rival in raccoon affection. Poor Eduardo would be in a month long pout, but that's what he got. Even if it was all outside his own control, that's what he got. ]
[Yes, yes it is. Will's never been afraid of germs in the slightest, whatever germs might come from April Ludgate's Injury-Healing Kiss are more then welcome, in his book. Healing enough that Will manages to not nearly crush her hand in return as a misguided effort to show how much he missed her, allows room for him to treat it like their normal, usual, everyday activity without any terrifying dramatics having gone down.]
Then I'll wanna put it on the fridge, and they'll all start trying to draw us stuff worth being on the fridge, too. [This is his attempt at saving Eduardo some humiliation, with about as much subtlety as he'd used prior. There's no fooling April, not with her boys, he wouldn't ever really try for that.] Is that what you want?
[Finally, finally, he moves to untangle, walk hand-in-hand without any hesitation. There's no Hannibal Lecter around to see or find out and get his panties in a wad over it, Will could care less if the entire street has come out on their porches to squint at them. He's completely unaware of anything outside April, anyway.]
[ Back into the house the go, a very slow stream of raccoons trailing in the windows after them. April moves to lean her head against his shoulder as they go, the house now sideways.]
Yeah. I want them to repaint the whole place in raccoon art. And we will rule over it all.
[He might not always be the most stable person around, but his shoulder is definitely well-equipped as a resting post. Even the steady stream of raccoons won't upset that, though Will does have the decency to give them all a moment's glance, a welcome back home, boys, as they do filter.]
In that case... [He sighs, obviously put upon, considering the smile in place.] ...they all owe apologies, he's just the only one who bit.
[ Because his badassness and not the simple fact he'd been the first to come to her was why he was the leader (spoiler: it was the arriving first thing).
She wanders along easily until they actually get in the house, at which point she spots walking and lifts her head up, trying to reestablish some kind of eye contact. ]
Eye contact isn't difficult to get. Will's spent the last day completely beside himself thinking she might never return, or that something terrible had happened—he's really quite inclined to hold eye contact for the next several hours. Even the question only has him breaking it for a moment to look around the messy house and its new (old) inhabitants flooding in.]
Yeah. [Holding a sad vigil. The stubble seems to have grown in more quickly, powered by distress.] Finished all the alcohol before noon, wasn't really...fit to go anywhere.
[So she can just imagine how he reacted when those presents knocked on the door, inebriated and not wanting who showed up to be anyone other than April herself. He tipped well, at least?]
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Date: 2015-03-23 06:55 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-03-23 06:58 pm (UTC)they're acting really off
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Date: 2015-03-23 06:59 pm (UTC)i had to block off the trash can and none of them have tried just opening the fridge or pantry
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Date: 2015-03-23 07:04 pm (UTC)[he sends at, like, an hour before he's scheduled to go to work. guess who didn't sleep at all last night, just guess.]
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Date: 2015-03-23 07:08 pm (UTC)the stuff for 6 month anniversary came btw
it has to go in the fridge if you're not here soon
[The chocolate snake made in the same image of her tattoo, with gooey strawberry red filling, is being stared it mournfully right now. The clothing and card don't have to go in the fridge. But uh. He might just put them all in there because grief!!!!]
DONE
Date: 2015-03-23 07:16 pm (UTC)i don't think i can return rings that were baked into a chocolate snake
please come home
late that night
Date: 2015-03-24 02:20 am (UTC)5 mins
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Date: 2015-03-24 02:24 am (UTC)i'll put on pants and be outside by then
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Date: 2015-03-24 02:32 am (UTC)i'm rounding the traitors up on the way
and they lost door privileges for the week
[ and not mentioning anything else from those texts yet ]
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Date: 2015-03-24 03:11 am (UTC)did you go home?
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Date: 2015-03-24 03:18 am (UTC)just hold on
[ april ludgate: officially in the City too long to think 'going home' means ported back to indiana.
and want to move this into action here? ]
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Date: 2015-03-24 04:18 am (UTC)[The funny thing, when April sees Will, is that his mention of needing to put on pants meant "I need to cover myself" because his idea of pants ends up being plaid pajama bottoms that clash bitterly with the plaid shirt he threw on over the white undershirt he tends to sleep in. He's outside, barefoot, every single window open. One finger has a hasty, homemade bandage wrapped around it, and he has the distinct look of someone who is more focused on the person he's expecting instead of the distinct look of someone puzzled by the appearance of raccoons. He's pale and tired and all that, sure, but there's new hope and life coursing through his veins to make it almost seem like he's ready to run a 5k instead of collapse into bed and sleep for a solid day. He lingers next to that dogwood tree naturally, dog-and-tree pack, glancing back at its progress when looking up the road gives him no April.
But, oh, when she finally does come into view, he's got eyes for nothing and no one else, snaps out of standing around and waiting and looking quickly, pushing off to meet her. Meet her halfway, maybe? She could stop and let him bridge the full gap, there is a Will Graham-shaped train coming at her regardless.]
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Date: 2015-03-25 12:59 am (UTC)It hadn't been anything to her, this little trip out. Leaving her chat with Mary one minute, then the next she was outside the porter with her comm freaking out at her. No new memories or even a cool new tattoo. But it'd still be possibly the worst moment ever for it to happen. ]
Stupid porter. It never does this when, like, I have a 80 hour work week or something.
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Date: 2015-03-25 01:44 am (UTC)There is plenty of force, of course, of course. Not enough to knock her over, but enough to make it clear Will could just as easily grab her up off the ground. He's a bit exhausted for that, though, so he ends up hugging her tightly, momentarily uncomfortable before his grip eases off. Right now, breathing a few strands of her hair straight up his nose is one of the best things to happen to him instead of a source of mild irritation.]
Rather you be stuck at the hell of a work week than be gone. [Grumbling, quiet, close enough to ear that he doesn't see a reason to raise his voice. Though the Porter does definitely deserve a stern talking to about this.] Sorry you're coming back to a mess.
[Whether he means himself or the house is anyone's guess.
(It can be both.)]
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Date: 2015-03-26 01:06 am (UTC)[ Apparently she's going with the mess being the one of the raccoon's making. She doesn't move out of the hug, but does pull one arm away to try and tug Will's bandaged hand up towards her face to examine it. She always rolled her eyes and made empty threats when people wondered what diseases her raccoons had. But now was the first time she's ever actually taken a moment to consider it herself. Surely they all scheduled their own vet appointments.
Surely.
Either way, it's an easy topic to focus on.]
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Date: 2015-03-26 03:59 am (UTC)Yeah...he was the last one to. Escape. [Eduardo was the oldest of them, or had been around the longest, from what Will could tell. So even though he's always viewed him as some furry stand-in for April's father, in this world, Will made more of an effort to keep him from running off than the others.] It's not that bad. Just bled a lot at first. Doesn't even hurt anymore.
[Never mind the fact that he has yet to detach himself from April in any way to give off the vibes that he's totally okay now, Will goes ahead and wiggles his finger to show that it (so far) isn't a gangrenous, infectious, rotting digit that will put his life in danger. Everything is all right. Will be all right, now that she's back. Wiggles his finger and, to show dexterity, he opens it from the next, enough room for another finger to fit in. Definitely just showing that his motor skills are all right, not unsubtly hinting about how lonely his hands have been and how she can fix that.]
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Date: 2015-03-27 12:30 am (UTC)He'll draw an apology picture. With puppies in it.
[ Puppies, the biggest rival in raccoon affection. Poor Eduardo would be in a month long pout, but that's what he got. Even if it was all outside his own control, that's what he got. ]
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Date: 2015-03-27 02:38 am (UTC)Then I'll wanna put it on the fridge, and they'll all start trying to draw us stuff worth being on the fridge, too. [This is his attempt at saving Eduardo some humiliation, with about as much subtlety as he'd used prior. There's no fooling April, not with her boys, he wouldn't ever really try for that.] Is that what you want?
[Finally, finally, he moves to untangle, walk hand-in-hand without any hesitation. There's no Hannibal Lecter around to see or find out and get his panties in a wad over it, Will could care less if the entire street has come out on their porches to squint at them. He's completely unaware of anything outside April, anyway.]
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Date: 2015-03-29 12:57 am (UTC)Yeah. I want them to repaint the whole place in raccoon art. And we will rule over it all.
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Date: 2015-03-29 01:33 am (UTC)In that case... [He sighs, obviously put upon, considering the smile in place.] ...they all owe apologies, he's just the only one who bit.
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Date: 2015-04-03 01:05 am (UTC)[ Because his badassness and not the simple fact he'd been the first to come to her was why he was the leader (spoiler: it was the arriving first thing).
She wanders along easily until they actually get in the house, at which point she spots walking and lifts her head up, trying to reestablish some kind of eye contact. ]
Were you here all night?
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Date: 2015-04-03 02:23 am (UTC)Eye contact isn't difficult to get. Will's spent the last day completely beside himself thinking she might never return, or that something terrible had happened—he's really quite inclined to hold eye contact for the next several hours. Even the question only has him breaking it for a moment to look around the messy house and its new (old) inhabitants flooding in.]
Yeah. [Holding a sad vigil. The stubble seems to have grown in more quickly, powered by distress.] Finished all the alcohol before noon, wasn't really...fit to go anywhere.
[So she can just imagine how he reacted when those presents knocked on the door, inebriated and not wanting who showed up to be anyone other than April herself. He tipped well, at least?]
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