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"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone ]

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Sure am. Implying that fishing's good for more than one thing.
So you've got experience. Maybe they hand out things people might enjoy or be good at in some way.
Manhattan not the same here?

[Hover cars change everything.]

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I've got plenty of patience, just no tolerance for stupidity.
More like expensive. I wasn't swimming in cash back home, but I had stability.

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Teenagers are prone to be stupid. Part of the chronic condition known as growing up.

[Maturity sometimes still doesn't hit until much later. Or ever. Sometimes.]

Maybe if you did the government a solid, they wouldn't mind waiving a fee or two.

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No thanks.

[ Technically she already did, but she wasn't interested in rewards. ]

I'm all set for De Chima anyway. Kind of?
Still working out the kinks.

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[Oh hell.]

De Chima?
I moved up here in August.
What are the kinks? Housing or something else? If you're not sure about the local environment or something like that, perhaps I could be of some assistance.

["Dogs that destroy houses, don't come here."]

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Okay, good. What if I drove to Minnesota and lived in a cabin in the woods with my cat? Would you visit me?

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Depends on who you ask to build the cabin.

[There are no antlers in this decorating, the budget for it roughly the size of a barge.]

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I was thinking more like rent to own, already furnished like a seaside cottage without the sea.

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Have you ever actually been to a seaside cottage?

[That's a little easier to get together than a brand new cabin. Rather less worrisome, too.]

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No.

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Would you want to go to one sometime?

[It'll be lovely and the only lures required are the ones used to catch fish.]

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Sure. That'd be nice.

[ like she was ever going to say no. this child loves nature, a cabin by a lake or the florida coast would just be more nature for her to explore. she used to have a babbling brook outside her bedroom window. she is heart eyes at nature. ]

Like camping without the tent, right?

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[There's a delay in this message the others don't have, one he doesn't mention but would blame on a customer, the dog, the cat, anything but what it actually is.

Seaside cottage, camping without the tent, Will Graham smuggling Abigail Hobbs away from the pure show of filth and blood, the mess of Baltimore that's followed them both, been here before Will himself (as he remembers it), the septic tank that's busted and overflows and threatens to swallow everything in its wake and make it just as miserable and foul. But he's part of that show, he realizes. He can be just as toxic if there is a need for it. He might be better than the Ripper (that's not saying much), but he's gotten down on his stomach and crawled through the muck and mire all on his own, knowing it for what it was and wallowing in it just the same. That it could be argued he did it "for Abigail" isn't something that excuses it, shifts blame around. He did it, won't give away details about the Boyles, wouldn't have done so whether she was living or dead. That's not Abigail's fault, that's not Lecter's fault. That's solely Will, and he knows it.

He can get away from the rest. He could take her away from them, too. But in the end, there's no one in their little sounder who can claim any level of purity.]

Pretty much. Just me and you or...?

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If you want. We could invite Hannibal? Imagine him in fishing gear.

[ laugh. laugh and say she can invite hannibal. it's practical. it's safe. ]

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[ Oh. ]

Most of it is getting the office up and running.
I haven't been able to look into apartments much, but that's okay. I've lived in my office before.

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[Ah, this is tricky. Deer tread carefully at all times, hunters try to follow suit but can't quite manage it as well.

Easier to swim.]

I don't think it's really his thing. [He doesn't want to imagine that, but. There it is.] I can do things without him or Dr. Bloom or Jack Crawford. It can just be us.

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Your office space already built, or are you having troubles with getting it to code? If you've got issues with the construction, I could help out with that.
My house here is full. I don't know about the others. Apartments aren't totally unreasonable from what I've seen, but I wouldn't want to move into one alone without a secure financial backing. Find a roommate with that, it wouldn't be bad at all while you get on your feet.
There's also a secondhand store on the outskirts of town that's got really nice futons.

[If one lives in one's office, one needs a futon. At least. Don't they? He's got one in his shop.]

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Getting it up to code. I think it will be fine soon. We ARE still in the early stages, but getting there.
And I'm not looking for a roommate. I like my privacy.

[ #secret identity problems ]

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I don't think you need a chaperone. I just thought it would be nice to invite him.

[ and abigail only does things to be nice. clearly. ]

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[Freddie said Gideon was killed by the Ripper. Abigail, too. So they would know who he is. And if it is true, if that terrible reality he's been wandering in like fog ever since it broke on him is absolute fact, then he's got to wonder what the game is here. If there is some agreement Abigail has worked out already or if she's thinking about survival. The drive must be constant for her, a fear that's normal by now—but he can't imagine she's playing the lure.

She just wants to live. So if Will protests and it gets back to Lecter, well. That's on him, isn't it?]

It would, but I'd prefer not to. [He read conversations. Watched. Followed. Enough to know that Lecter and Abigail had, at least, one nice egg-y meal without his involvement. It's time to flip that around.] I never got much alone time with you back where we're from. That's something I'd like to fix.

[It's possibly a regret he's working on unriddling.]

But if you'd be more comfortable with him included, then that's what we'll do.

[The implications there being that Will can use manipulation, too, if it's called for.

There's the out for both them. She can take it or leave it and in the end, if this comes around, he'll deal with it himself.]

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No, it's okay. It can be just us. I'd like that.

[ she feels trapped in the answer. if she said "yes please, i'd like to invite hannibal" it would bother will. not inviting hannibal will bother hannibal. both of which she is loathe to do. being alive before depended on will being attached to her. if she alienated him he wouldn't want her anymore, she would be superfluous. her brain is still hardwired to acquiesce in order to make other people happy. ]

Maybe we could all have dinner together before we go. Hannibal can meet the cat.

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[One day, perhaps, he can make it apparent that there's nothing she could do to truly alienate him, not while she still draws breath, has a beating heart. That there's little she can do to make Will happy, that it's not her job to make Will happy. She must already know sometimes people find happiness in all the wrong things (luring, ripping)—and yet, with those unhappily happy few, striving to please ends up working in the favor of not facing the chopping block.

Happiness isn't something granted those who come from their world, is it.]

Maybe. [He's not going to protest that.] I'll talk to him about it, see what he has to say.

[He didn't want Abigail facing a dead body. Like hell he wants her facing Hannibal Lecter more than she has to.]

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You run into any snags getting it up to code, feel free to let me know. I'd do that for cheap.

[By which he means a cup of coffee, a bite to eat if someone stops by with a bite to eat of their own—pretty much free. And if he has to call in any help, it's still pretty much free on her end.]

Point. Why pay for roommates when you can get them for free.

[Someone else doesn't like living with other people, hint hint.]

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[She mentions gods, and Will looks up at the sky for a second, busies himself with another swig from a too-full glass while she fiddles with her cigarette. There's more to come and if he's patient and doesn't say anything, he'll get it. It's a little like fishing, only with no lures or waders and more him just keeping his mouth shut. Which he does.

He's had a few short conversations with Loki, seen the mentions of him on the network, but his opinion is pretty undecided. Probably pretty worthless to anyone, too, so why bother?]

Used to read stories about the gods when I was younger. Watered down ones you find in the libraries for kid readers, you know. [He assumes she has some idea. Will never veered too much into the mythological, picked up a few books and moved along to something else. Not his brand.] Seemed like there was a bunch of ways to worship. Follow. And they all had their own thing. [How does one worship a fertility deity other than...] Did you get to pick and choose or was it...kind of did something for all of them?

[A kid who moved all over the Bible belt, where worship was going to church on Sundays, maybe Wednesdays, and staying straight edge and clean and praying over meals and tithing. Tithing even when the money wasn't there, told that God would provide. Would return it. There would be safety if one could only believe and give up everything under His care. For a kid who had problems with knowing how many holes his socks could get before he must go after a new pair, that didn't seem so reasonable. What, would he tithe and a church leader hand him a fresh bag of socks? No, of course not. And what's the point of getting some church family when he's just going to move in a few months?

Better to wander into their open houses, their dinners, their free meals from time to time and listen to whatever they have to say while filling his belly. While making sure that his father had one less meal to worry about providing.

Will's ideas of worship are a scattered mess, his views on anything of true godhood not something easily shared or digested by most who would hear it, but that doesn't mean he can't listen to someone else talk about it. Especially someone who has experience with what could be considered legitimate gods as opposed to.

Well.

Completely out of their damn mind humans who want to be something they never can.]

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[ life is so hard. ]

Okay. What should I name the cat?