[If April's comfortable, Will's comfortable. He can get his body heat back later. Or just pull up the covers if it becomes a thing, but for now he's too busy fiddling with her hair, licking his lips before trying to think of the best explanation for who Betsy Ross actually was.]
Yes. [He goes for instead, nodding like this is an absolute fact everyone knows. Betsy Ross, arsonist.] Kept adding states, changing her design for the flag. Had to show them she didn't appreciate it.
[Definitely taught in all American history classes.]
Good pick. [His eyes shut, one hand running over his face as he thinks. It's a very thoughtful look despite the absolute disaster that is his hair.] Maybe she'd tell us how he died and where he's buried. Maybe she doesn't even know. Nobody else seems to.
[And then his eyes open wide, the sure sign of some great and terrible realization...]
The boring kind of old or the embalmed-and-locked-in-a-sarcophagus kind of old?
[He may be dead but he doesn't have to go through that particular process, asking this with eyebrow raised and clearly quite curious for the clarification. Mummy husband could be cool if she got to rip his bandages right off.]
[April earns the most contented sigh known to any creature with ears as Will wraps his other arm around her and drags her down right atop him. The loosest, easiest to break out of cage made from flesh and bone ever.]
If I grow boring, you've got grounds for a divorce. [He turns his head to plant a kiss to her temple. If his nose gets filled with hair at any point he does not care.] S'the last thing I want. You've got nothing to worry about, me turning into a boring old bastard. Not gonna happen.
[He cranes his neck back to get a good look at her, fake horror on his face.]
Didn't marry me because of love, huh? [It was all a game! He sees now.] Have to work on that. I'll get you one day. When you least expect it. You'll love me if it's the last thing I do, Janet.
[Like on a random day months from now when April receives a slew of purple roses for no reason, yeah. It's gonna happen.]
I've heard stories. Just stories. [Whispered, like it's some sacred myth they're discussing. Need to put on the holy garments necessary to even talk about this.] What's the truth of your pillow habits? Is it easier to show than tell?
[ There is one last yawn. Just to get it out of the way. April isn't rude enough to yawn in the position she's moving to, one straddling Will with knees on either side of his hips. ]
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Date: 2016-01-09 06:10 pm (UTC)[This may be turning slightly mumbled as she just embraces the lovely comfort of stealing all of Will's body heat.]
She's the one that...like, burned the White House down or something?
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Date: 2016-01-09 08:47 pm (UTC)Yes. [He goes for instead, nodding like this is an absolute fact everyone knows. Betsy Ross, arsonist.] Kept adding states, changing her design for the flag. Had to show them she didn't appreciate it.
[Definitely taught in all American history classes.]
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Date: 2016-01-13 12:43 am (UTC)[ Sage wisdom being shared all around right now. ]
Good choice. She would keep those commies in line.
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Date: 2016-01-13 01:07 am (UTC)Your turn. Historical jerk you'd choose to come back [WAIT FOR IT] as a centaur.
[Baltimore is littered with animal themes, okay, he's not about to pick werewolf.]
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Date: 2016-01-14 12:49 am (UTC)Genghis Khan...'s wife Börte. She's gotta have amazing stories.
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Date: 2016-01-14 01:24 am (UTC)Good pick. [His eyes shut, one hand running over his face as he thinks. It's a very thoughtful look despite the absolute disaster that is his hair.] Maybe she'd tell us how he died and where he's buried. Maybe she doesn't even know. Nobody else seems to.
[And then his eyes open wide, the sure sign of some great and terrible realization...]
What if he was a vampire?
[Or not.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 12:35 am (UTC)[She's silent for a moment for her own terrible realization.]
Unless he got really boring after he retired. Babe, you're not allowed to get that kind of old.
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Date: 2016-01-15 01:00 am (UTC)[He may be dead but he doesn't have to go through that particular process, asking this with eyebrow raised and clearly quite curious for the clarification. Mummy husband could be cool if she got to rip his bandages right off.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 01:52 am (UTC)[ Sexy bandage unwrapping they could do, but all major organs must be in place, thanks. ]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:43 am (UTC)If I grow boring, you've got grounds for a divorce. [He turns his head to plant a kiss to her temple. If his nose gets filled with hair at any point he does not care.] S'the last thing I want. You've got nothing to worry about, me turning into a boring old bastard. Not gonna happen.
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Date: 2016-01-16 10:55 pm (UTC)[ Not that she's cheering on the murder and general insanity. But hey. Better that joining a bowling league. ]
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Date: 2016-01-17 02:48 am (UTC)Didn't marry me because of love, huh? [It was all a game! He sees now.] Have to work on that. I'll get you one day. When you least expect it. You'll love me if it's the last thing I do, Janet.
[Like on a random day months from now when April receives a slew of purple roses for no reason, yeah. It's gonna happen.]
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Date: 2016-01-18 02:07 am (UTC)[The drama is minimized with another yawn.]
Can't you just be happy being a human pillow? You never have to get out of bed again.
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Date: 2016-01-18 03:21 am (UTC)[He pulls a face, this requires serious consideration. The most serious, really, this is a life-changing moment and must be treated as such.]
The human pillow position still gets used for more than sleeping on, right?
["you're gonna sit on my face a lot right"]
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Date: 2016-01-19 12:33 am (UTC)[Oh. If only those fluffy things could tell tales.]
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Date: 2016-01-19 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-19 01:00 am (UTC)You have to hold very, very still.