[He takes a second to shovel more ice cream in his mouth because that gives him a reason not to answer immediately. He isn't sure, he needs a second to think...]
Nobody here I can think of. [Perhaps a less than amazing answer, but he can't think of anyone he'd consider an active threat, someone who truly couldn't be dealt with. Even if dealing with them meant pointing them elsewhere.] We got a couple nuisances who'd be better off Ported out for good, that's about it. Why, you think we got some enemies? Real enemies.
It is a good life. [His arm tightens, squeezing her gently. He casually sets the ice cream on the nearest table/night stand, fully expecting some raccoon to have been waiting for his chance to strike. Now is that chance.] So I've got no reason to window shop. Don't wanna. Everything I need is right here already.
Just...you know. Remember to tell me. If you find a new psycho friend.
[Because, Raina had another point. If they were going to get murdered in their bed, it was probably thanks to the Baltimore half of the marriage. Everyone brought baggage into relationships, that was just Will's. All she could do was at least know.
But she snakes an arm up to twist lightly in his hair, lightly scratching. Everything they both needed was here.]
[That bowl slides off its spot with very little noise; he knew it. He knew there was a thief in their midst. Which is good, really, no worries it'll melt and be wasted. Her fingers take hold of his hair and he can't find it in him to care about the fate of any ice cream, not now. He's too busy curling into April like a bit of personal space between them will result in extreme suffering. They can discuss Dorian later.]
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Date: 2016-04-17 10:14 pm (UTC)I am. But I'm your old fashioned jerk. Evens out that way.
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Date: 2016-04-17 10:58 pm (UTC)But she got me thinking. We got a current enemy list, babe?
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Date: 2016-04-17 11:58 pm (UTC)Nobody here I can think of. [Perhaps a less than amazing answer, but he can't think of anyone he'd consider an active threat, someone who truly couldn't be dealt with. Even if dealing with them meant pointing them elsewhere.] We got a couple nuisances who'd be better off Ported out for good, that's about it. Why, you think we got some enemies? Real enemies.
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Date: 2016-04-18 12:07 am (UTC)[The ice cream is more or less dead to her as she shoves her nose into the crook of his neck.]
It's a good life. Just didn't know if you'd been window shopping.
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Date: 2016-04-18 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-19 01:07 am (UTC)[Because, Raina had another point. If they were going to get murdered in their bed, it was probably thanks to the Baltimore half of the marriage. Everyone brought baggage into relationships, that was just Will's. All she could do was at least know.
But she snakes an arm up to twist lightly in his hair, lightly scratching. Everything they both needed was here.]
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Date: 2016-04-19 02:52 am (UTC)[That bowl slides off its spot with very little noise; he knew it. He knew there was a thief in their midst. Which is good, really, no worries it'll melt and be wasted. Her fingers take hold of his hair and he can't find it in him to care about the fate of any ice cream, not now. He's too busy curling into April like a bit of personal space between them will result in extreme suffering. They can discuss Dorian later.]