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[Whether at home or work, Jeff cannot escape this.]

Thinkin' about you never wearing a bra again so all talk is dirty talk. [LOOPHOLE!!!] Especially with you at the food of the be—

[And he cuts off abruptly; April might figure out why that is, considering she's left with an earful of muted dog barking coming from just outside their window. Something is up levels of dog barking that could just as easily be warning off the terribly murderous mailman or doggie spats.]

[aggressiveapathy]

Being drooled on?

[ Romantic moment ruined by dog barking- and April snickering because of course it is. It would be weird if it wasn't. ]

If the house is being invaded, don't forget boxers.

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[She gets a noncommittal half grunt half hum, and the sounds of Will moving closer if the way the barking gets louder is anything to go by. Peeking out the window, and then...

They've found a large plastic bag. [Phone sex interrupted by dogs chasing a plastic bag, how does April handle this terrible life of hers!?] Typical. W...where we were again?

[aggressiveapathy]

Go save them, Will. Save them from themselves.

[infomodder]

You sure?

[Sure she doesn't want more terrible start-stop booyah phone sex interrupted by dogs? How could she pass that up, though?]

[aggressiveapathy]

I'll find you when I get home. Sans sun dress.

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[Pauuuuuuuse. What a delightful image.]

Can't wait. [She can probably hear the excited smile in his voice, the wretch.] I'll see you then.