[And thank goodness for being young and flexible because, without releasing her leg grip or her hands in his hair, she's able to bend over and press a kiss to temple. The whole things's still not all okay, but she's fast at adjusting. It'd take much, much more than Will whisking away for a mystery week alone with an older man to really get under her skin. Even if it was at the 'request' of his boyfriend.
And of course, the bribe helped. April wasn't that different from the raccoons in that respect. Bribes always helped.]
I'll just...go sleep with Grey or something.
[Abigail, maybe? Or would that make the whole family a little too close.]
[To be fair, Will has fallen asleep a time or two (or more) with Abigail in an effort to make sure she actually gets some sleep. Finding out April had done similar wouldn't do anything other than endear him (and Abigail, probably) to her even more than he already is, which is a huge damn feat, all things considered.]
I'm sure he'd like that. [Will has absolutely zero problems with this set up, too, and after a moment wherein he basically rubs his face against her legs like a toddler who does not want to come out of his glorious nap, he straightens up enough to reach for their take out and open it again, pulling chop sticks apart. One last meal before he goes is just fine with him. In fact, it's rather part of his life at this point. Share a meal, leave, maybe never see each other again...except that last part has no place here.] You wanna take a shower with me before I pack and head off?
[The perfect kind of subtlety to follow up declarations of love and leaving (not necessarily in that order). It gets a smile, anyway, her first real one of the conversation, as she reluctantly leaves the petting of the Will in order to pick up her food as well.]
[Oh no, there goes the petting. But it gives him more reason to find White and return with him in tow sooner rather than later, so it's not that bad. Sure, he was motivated enough for Chilton, but coming back to April is a huge factor. If she starts sending selfies or leaving dirty voicemails, he might be doomed.]
[Which seals his fate of getting a pic of April in each one of those shirts every 12 hours. Starting two hours after he leaves. So is life. She pauses this whole eating process long enough to try and tug him back up on to the bed, where they can eat on a pile of clean sheets and clothing like a real pair of terrible excuses for adults.]
You're telling Abby, right?
[A beat. Then, in the normal deadpan since that question doesn't directly address the fact she means 'about you leaving.']
[He's good at cues April tosses his way, and he slides back up without hesitation or any sense of personal space. So what if his plaid shirts get wrinkled, he's going for leech-husband mode, even. Isn't his lap the best place for her to stretch her legs? Definitely looks like Will thinks so, clicking his chop sticks as he reaches in to steal from her carton like there aren't others.]
Just wear one and let her see for yourself. She'd know. She's not blind.
[Will fully expects April to pass along the message that Will is going to be out, and he's careful to snatch up the bits of food he's noticed April seems less enthused about it the past. What a guy.]
[What with delivering all this bad news. She shakes her head slightly, but isn't actually bothered. At all. Being the villain of the story had always been something of a childhood dream, and the step-mother was a solid Disney Evil position. Sure, in her humble opinion there should be no secrets in the house...but, technically, if she tells the 'daughter' about them all then there aren't any secrets, are there? Went with the touchy business of being the same legal entity.
Which isn't enough to stop her from obliging Will and curling up against his side, legs over his, and food angled to allow better access. Living the high life while they can.]
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Date: 2015-07-10 10:00 pm (UTC)[And thank goodness for being young and flexible because, without releasing her leg grip or her hands in his hair, she's able to bend over and press a kiss to temple. The whole things's still not all okay, but she's fast at adjusting. It'd take much, much more than Will whisking away for a mystery week alone with an older man to really get under her skin. Even if it was at the 'request' of his boyfriend.
And of course, the bribe helped. April wasn't that different from the raccoons in that respect. Bribes always helped.]
I'll just...go sleep with Grey or something.
[Abigail, maybe? Or would that make the whole family a little too close.]
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Date: 2015-07-10 10:48 pm (UTC)I'm sure he'd like that. [Will has absolutely zero problems with this set up, too, and after a moment wherein he basically rubs his face against her legs like a toddler who does not want to come out of his glorious nap, he straightens up enough to reach for their take out and open it again, pulling chop sticks apart. One last meal before he goes is just fine with him. In fact, it's rather part of his life at this point. Share a meal, leave, maybe never see each other again...except that last part has no place here.] You wanna take a shower with me before I pack and head off?
[Subtle as a brick.]
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Date: 2015-07-10 11:08 pm (UTC)You're still not getting any of the shirts back.
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Date: 2015-07-11 12:26 am (UTC)You look better in them anyway. Always have.
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Date: 2015-07-11 12:41 am (UTC)You're telling Abby, right?
[A beat. Then, in the normal deadpan since that question doesn't directly address the fact she means 'about you leaving.']
About me and the shirts. The world has to know.
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Date: 2015-07-11 01:20 am (UTC)Just wear one and let her see for yourself. She'd know. She's not blind.
[Will fully expects April to pass along the message that Will is going to be out, and he's careful to snatch up the bits of food he's noticed April seems less enthused about it the past. What a guy.]
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Date: 2015-07-11 01:26 am (UTC)[What with delivering all this bad news. She shakes her head slightly, but isn't actually bothered. At all. Being the villain of the story had always been something of a childhood dream, and the step-mother was a solid Disney Evil position. Sure, in her humble opinion there should be no secrets in the house...but, technically, if she tells the 'daughter' about them all then there aren't any secrets, are there? Went with the touchy business of being the same legal entity.
Which isn't enough to stop her from obliging Will and curling up against his side, legs over his, and food angled to allow better access. Living the high life while they can.]