[ She doesn't reply to that, because there is nothing else to say. One hour later, though, she is in the living room. Looking both to evaluate the blanket fort offering and to receive her fried ice cream dessert from the raccoon masses. ]
[Jeff does as he's told and spends the hour erecting a most impressive blanket fort. He uses all the sheets he's got and strings them from light fixtures and nearby furniture to stretch it over and out from the couch. He's sitting cross legged by the entrance engrossed in his phone by the time April shows up, Sharkbait laying nearby looking forever morose, but that's just permabulldog face.]
[Always putting in the extra effort for ~family~.]
Hnnaah, kind of avoiding talking to him until Will comes back- [Staying positive about his return kthx! While also being aware of the troll that is Fred.] -otherwise I'm pretty sure I'd be forced to punch him repeatedly.
[But the phone gets slid across the ground for now as he crawls in and finds himself a cushioned area.] So, do I pass?
[ That would be entertaining, at least. A nice distraction from wondering how man holes Will would come back with in him this time. Because it wasn't if until the three month mark. April lived by some of her own rules, thank you.
But here and now in this reality and not the one where Jeff was punching people for her amusement, April gave the fort a once over.]
That's... a pretty solid idea. Why didn't I think of that?
[Because alcohol is the second most important thing in Jeff's life, after himself. But now he's all comfortable in his blanket fort and can't be bothered to move. Oh well, that's what the raccoons are for.]
We'll get one set up over by the entrance. Start charging an entrance fee and high rates for drinks.
[He's all for the slothful lifestyle, mirroring Aprils movements as he lowers himself into the pillowy goodness, sprawled on his back, one leg crossed over the other and arms tucking behind his head. Staying tucked away like this forever more sounds pretty appealing right now.]
Maybe if we extend it over to the nearest bathroom...
[ God, planning? That's a long-term way of looking at things, which April is in every way against right now. But, hey. At least her boss won't be yelling at her for missing work... ]
But. Maybe a sign at the door. Like, Grinch the place up.
[ She makes a pained, strangled noise in her throat at that. She doesn't want to, Jeff. She wants Will to be back already and for this to not be a problem and she is going to kick everyone's ass so hard and-
And she rolls to her side so she can bury her face against his leg. Like a dog or a small child or a horrible hybrid of both. ]
[No, why must he have this suggestion of responsibility thrust upon him?! He wants to live in the Fort of Self Pity with April forever more. Just gonna glance down at the pitiful face burying. He's used to being used as a random object or snuggle post, he's pretty sure it's thanks to his height making him the looming tower of cuddles even when laying down.]
Oh my God, April, you can't expect me to be the mature adult here. [Even if he is a billion years older.]
[ Came the muffled reply from against his upper thigh. In some world, someone might see this as too close for platonic roomies. April did not live in that world. ]
[A Jeff from six years ago might've considered this less than platonic, but that was before he was taught the ways of the most awkward physical contact known to man.
He doesn't interfere either way, he knows better than that.]
Look, I can be the one to record a generic 'he's not here' message, I probably owe you that much. And then we can both switch off all communication and stay in here until he gets back, because reality sucks and we shouldn't be expected to deal with it.
[ An up to three month bender. Surely there was a flaw somewhere in this plan, but April can't seem to spot it. She nods against his leg, apparently settled for the moment. ]
Deal. The kids can fight off any asshole well wishers.
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Date: 2015-10-23 01:03 am (UTC)maybe
we can work something out
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Date: 2015-10-23 10:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-23 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-23 02:09 pm (UTC)I miss Troy.
I miss Will.
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Date: 2015-10-23 09:59 pm (UTC)my phone's sad teenage girl quote is filled
sheets on couch
you have 1 hour
[ before the cuddle-session-that-dare-not-speak-its-name begins ]
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Date: 2015-10-23 10:08 pm (UTC)go deep fry that ice cream. or order it in. or idk. get the raccoons on it
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Date: 2015-10-23 11:03 pm (UTC)they're on it
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Date: 2015-10-23 11:10 pm (UTC)One hour! It will be the most epic of blanket forts. If I can get sharkbait to stop humping stuff.
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Date: 2015-10-23 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-24 07:13 pm (UTC)Hey. [Textingtexting.]
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Date: 2015-10-24 09:47 pm (UTC)God. Will really did have two spouses.
April crawls in the entrance and makes herself comfortable before replying. ]
That better not be Fred on the phone.
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Date: 2015-10-24 10:15 pm (UTC)Hnnaah, kind of avoiding talking to him until Will comes back- [Staying positive about his return kthx! While also being aware of the troll that is Fred.] -otherwise I'm pretty sure I'd be forced to punch him repeatedly.
[But the phone gets slid across the ground for now as he crawls in and finds himself a cushioned area.] So, do I pass?
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Date: 2015-10-25 01:10 am (UTC)But here and now in this reality and not the one where Jeff was punching people for her amusement, April gave the fort a once over.]
It could use a minibar.
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Date: 2015-10-25 11:12 am (UTC)[Because alcohol is the second most important thing in Jeff's life, after himself. But now he's all comfortable in his blanket fort and can't be bothered to move. Oh well, that's what the raccoons are for.]
We'll get one set up over by the entrance. Start charging an entrance fee and high rates for drinks.
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Date: 2015-10-25 05:54 pm (UTC)[ Which is all she's really looking for, here, even as she finds a pillow covered spot on the floor and curls up in it. ]
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Date: 2015-10-25 06:19 pm (UTC)Maybe if we extend it over to the nearest bathroom...
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Date: 2015-10-25 08:20 pm (UTC)[ God, planning? That's a long-term way of looking at things, which April is in every way against right now. But, hey. At least her boss won't be yelling at her for missing work... ]
But. Maybe a sign at the door. Like, Grinch the place up.
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Date: 2015-10-25 08:55 pm (UTC)[Planning for bathroom breaks is important! Especially when you're an old man... Wait, no.]
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Date: 2015-10-25 11:19 pm (UTC)[ And she refuses to be the 'will isn't here' girl for the next month. she will go to canada before that. ]
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Date: 2015-10-26 12:06 am (UTC)Ugh, yeah, they are. Maybe set up an automated message. Just divert all calls and texts to it.
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Date: 2015-10-26 12:21 am (UTC)And she rolls to her side so she can bury her face against his leg. Like a dog or a small child or a horrible hybrid of both. ]
No.
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Date: 2015-10-26 07:43 pm (UTC)Oh my God, April, you can't expect me to be the mature adult here. [Even if he is a billion years older.]
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Date: 2015-10-26 11:29 pm (UTC)[ Came the muffled reply from against his upper thigh. In some world, someone might see this as too close for platonic roomies. April did not live in that world. ]
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Date: 2015-10-27 12:19 am (UTC)He doesn't interfere either way, he knows better than that.]
Look, I can be the one to record a generic 'he's not here' message, I probably owe you that much. And then we can both switch off all communication and stay in here until he gets back, because reality sucks and we shouldn't be expected to deal with it.
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Date: 2015-10-27 09:42 pm (UTC)Deal. The kids can fight off any asshole well wishers.
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