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[Not even a promise not to psychoanalyze you? he types, backspaces. He can't keep that promise. Part of being a person, not keeping promises. Better not to make them or joke about it.]

got it okay we can make a list together if you want raccoons can write it out when our hands start cramping did you and troy go for coffee by the way did everything go well with that

[As casual as he can make it.]

[She doesn't actually think he's jealous, not really. But there's a tiny chance and he did ask specifically...so of course there's only one way to answer.]

oh you know
we made sweet love in an auto parts store after
so pretty okay
why
does he have a tragic personality flaw i should know about?

Edited 2014-09-23 21:30 (UTC)

[It had to be an auto parts store, didn't it.]

he's great with kids lives with fred and manages to not dump his ass out a window or lose his mind i don't foresee him being unpleasant with Abigail reads like an interesting one to have around the house no no tragic personality flaw just tragic rooming i shoved a box of wine in the back of the fridge when i picked Abigail up for our weekend out i'm assuming it's been found by now so troy? pretty okay

[criminal profiler seal of approval]

[she has to laugh. beautifully long answer for what she was expecting the text equivalent of an eye roll from]

he's cool
he's another old timer
he was here a long time before you

[And, very much not added, if the pattern of people that April like likes holds up, will be here long after Will has gone]

but
we were friends with no benefits before the baltimore club showed up
totally not changing that now
if you were asking

[Sometimes people can be psychoanalyzed in ways that aren't harsh, cutting, that don't go for the lowest blow. Sometimes people are genuinely good, or try to be. From what Will's seen of this Troy, he's all right. Talks about bedazzling hot dogs and raccoons having hands with tiny kids and doesn't afraid to live with Frederick Chilton. That's fucking hero status in Baltimore. He deserves a key to the city, which comes with a side key to the morgue because Goddamn those are packed and need a hero.]

yeah he's cool i explained why and that Abigail is not allowed to trick fred into drinking boxed wine so i'm pretty good to go with him and you around it's just a box of wine i can't control what happens to the contents stop shitting on me in public and maybe i'll stop shoving temptation in your fridge you told me up front you weren't monogamous much we're not tied down you're free shark april is free shark april is swimming in circles for some unknown reason but no one's gonna stop her no reason to try stopping her namesake

[He still has the shark April bruise on his leg.]

i am not much
but i can be
and troy won't let me steal from his roommates anymore :(
it's all on abby now

reaffirming my thinking he's pretty okay she won't we're respective of dietary restrictions, bs or otherwise

[Unless Lecter goes over his head on that one, then...shit, Will would get Chilton's crap because no one wants to go running off the mouth at Lecter. Here's to hoping she just slaps his face if things get to be too much. He's not commenting about Abby.]

do you wanna be? monogamous

[That sounds suspiciously like another question, doesn't it.]

mm
you have zero feelings on the subject?

[ you're going to give an opinion, Will. So help her. ]

[ Enough to make something. Annie shakes her head after his remark, as if ridding herself of the mental image. It may as well serve as an answer to his question as well, a negation of the idea that she could want anything more, or had any intention she realized beyond the one that ended when she set the shark teeth on the counter. Yet a shake of her head makes it seem like there's more - something she needs to rectify in words.

Gunther finds her attention and hands turn toward him, gentle fingers stroking over the dome of his skull, slipping back behind ears for a scratch, one that continues down his neck into his ruff and further along his back. A full body petting, and a softening around her eyes. No automatic smile. Gunther is one of the easier parts of life these days. ]

Yes. That was it.

Blood eagle ain't worth nothing unless they don't scream.

[There's an edge in her voice, not anger at Will, but at the idea of someone taking a practice that meant something and using it for their own ends, like some bullshit torture.

She looks away, jaw tense as she shrugs, not sure what to do with her anger when there isn't somewhere to direct, and not sure what to do with that thank you from Will, either. A shrug is all she can give.]

[ because i have no self control... roughly an hour later, hair still damp and twisted into a braid over her shoulder, abigail creeps into the bait shop with a small paper bag. she holds it out to will like tada i made this for you with my bare hands and only gagged once. ]

It's lamb sausage. [ the green cast to her features would lead one to imagine she might still be feeling a little ill about it. ] All lamb. Not... [ people. ] Its definitely lamb.

I've read that article, in fact. And as I am quite clearly the upstanding citizen aforementioned [he says without a trace of irony] I can assure you that the nod was as surprising to me as any other avid reader.

I saw it as an invitation.

[Loquacious as he is now, discussing himself and notable nods, when Will asks about Gideon there's radio silence on Chilton's end for a few moments. Chilton reads it as a subtle dagger -- "come into my web", or "get back into the coop, nothing to fear". Will was a sieve, and he would take from Hannibal in little ways. Predatory impulses were part of the package, and to be expected.]

The man is a bit stressed.

[Because Hannibal, clearly not the better psychiatrist, killed him.

And Hannibal killed Gideon, Chilton was convinced, to get to him. Not that anyone was much talkative about the subject, and even Freddie would only allude to certain facts -- the bulk of sequence Chilton figured out for himself.

This -- contrasted with how Karla had murdered her own psychiatrist? Well, Chilton's lopsided morality allowed for that. He was never in that dead man's seat.]

Don't provoke him, he might murder again.

["Behaving well" only meant "behaving well to me." Gideon had regressed, in other traumatizing ways -- but who said Will needed to know those details?]

[He's not used to people caring about his opinions! At least, not when it comes to personal matters. Much less feelings and asking for them in a way that's not...

This is weird for him, okay?]

i'm good with monogamy but i'm not exactly the guy you tell everyone about the one announced to the entire world

[Like Kenzi and Gil, he means. Or Facebook. Or...anything. Anything at all. Because April's right that Will is sad. He also has a habit of getting other people royally screwed over, but that's stayed rather a Baltimore crew only fact, as far as he knows.]

so if that's your thing then i can't provide if you're okay with private monogamy then i am too totally okay with it

[Sad and possibly a lonely lonely man back home.]

[He has to wrinkle his nose at avid reader—Will, an avid reader of Tattlecrime. Something out of the apocalypse indeed, but for any jabs at him that might have been present, there were stories that either only Freddie Lounds could get (now amplified) or stories that he might not find anywhere else. At least, not with her spin on it. And as much of a bitter flavor it might have put in his mouth, it was still familiar. Homey. Helpful to have that in such a messed up world, though he wasn't going to easily fess up to that. Easier to fess up to it as one of his tracking methods. If Freddie was still doing Tattlecrime, she was fine. If pictures popped up that indicated she was in too deep, it was good for him to know. History justified that one.

His assumptions about the whys of Chilton being anything like an avid reader weren't ones he intended to share.]

I don't want him to murder again. [This has to be worded carefully, doesn't it? Otherwise it sounds like the outright accusation it isn't and he'd rather this conversation not sour completely. Good thing Gideon's a murderer back home, makes that again less of a questionable choice.] He was your patient for almost two years. I've only met him a few times. You'd know better than me what it takes to provoke him. Would hearing from me at all serve as provocation?

[Met him and done his thing a few times, but can they ignore that? He'd like to ignore that. It would be good to ignore that. Can he just take it as deference and answer, can he just play along, talk, talk, talk, share his opinion. Don't read into this one. It's not meant as predatory—anything that might have been got passed over when he was more focused on drinks with Lounds and Graham, apocalyptic scenario ripped from some curious team up, movie released with Tarantino and Romero at the helm.]

Seeing an invitation isn't the same as RSVPing. Have you checked it recently? There's video footage of the De Chima dogfight she mentioned. That was at my government housing.

[Someone already sent in his own form of an RSVP. Will's playing ball with Freddie Lounds. Will Graham. Playing ball. Without Jack Crawford forcing him to sit still and yanking the leash back when he seems ready to throw the bat at her. He's already rolling in the mud here. If the two Freds have gotten together in any way shape or form, he won't be surprised. Or capable of judging for it. He's missing quite a few details (Danger can be killed, Karla's "reformed" from murdering people uh what?, Hannibal rhymes with cannibal), to be sure, but at least he's wearing his uniform and the basics for the game.]

good thing i only have my 5 people
and they're all pretty much romantically stunted
so.
but no double dates, huh

[Not that that's really her thing. But she hadn't been lying when she said Will and Gil should meet. And the last time Gil went on a 'date' with her...

Well, it's enough to make her smirk about it now.]

[He has to wonder who her five are, who this supposed double date might be with. He's done his network searching, she's mentioned others, true. But there's always the possibility she'll pull someone out of a hat that he totally didn't expect at all and he won't know whether he's meant to take it as a joke.]

do you really want our first date to be a double date

[Because they technically haven't had one, have they. And maybe he can veer this away from dating with other people present by approaching the danced around or otherwise brought up in all the wrong ways.]

do you want to go on a proper date? or does the mystery adventure involve a preplanned first date for us? since i've proven myself romantically stunted and all

[Waffle House counts as much as any fancy ass restaurant, in his book.]

[Gunther is obviously delighted at the attention, turns to give her more room, pushes into her hands, tail wagging so fast his back legs shake, shuffle around, boat incapable of staying still due to it. There is no jumping on her this time, the licking staying to her hands other than one given in the direction of her face. Will's not prone to physical appreciation, hugs, whatever else—Gunther does it for him well enough, if the way he looks at the two of them is anything to go by.

Well done dumb bearded dog guy.

All she wanted was to get rid of some teeth, drop off something she'd rather not remember and leave it with, what, someone who'd appreciate them for what they physically were? He wonders if he should do anything with them now, or if he should go quite overboard with toothy crafts. Overboard. He might just go overboard with it, given enough time.]

I found some vegan ice cream the other day at the store when I was stocking up. [He's not going to say they were on sale, because that could imply he only thinks Annie's worth a little investment when it's been knocked down in price. Even if it's expensive, as far as ice cream goes, he won't risk that.] Doesn't have any dairy in it. [Possibly why it's called vegan, huh.] If you're headed back to Nonah, you can take it with you. It hasn't really interested anybody else.

[He totally didn't put it in his freezer just for her or anything, no way. He totally shoved it in there with all the other extremely fattening and milk product-laden frozen goods like it belonged without thinking about who it would go to. Skye had her options, Abigail hadn't shied away from meat just because of her father, Will was fine with milk products. The idea that he didn't buy it specifically for Annie is something like legitimate, if she should choose to take it home. That box has already been opened and is missing one container.

Because Will ate it.

He was curious.

He was rounding out a design.

The way he says it, though, it sounds more like he picked up a box of ice cream, tried it, didn't care much for it, and figures Annie might. That he'd rather shift it off to someone who would use and might like it than let it sit in there and go to waste. Force himself to eat something he doesn't care for much. He's not about to get away with giving any sort of food to Freddie Lounds, and going to people (or robots) he doesn't know well at all to dump his food on them is...well, that's a little gauche, isn't it? Poor Will Graham bought a box of something he didn't like and needs help getting rid of it. Someone help Will Graham. Won't the lion in the room this time be much better than the one he's been dealing with for months.]

i just like spending time together
the title doesn't matter
and i only really go to nice places when i'm out of clean silverware
they have too many forks anyway
they never notice them missing

[Well then, he knows what he must do.]

my house doesn't really have much silverware in the first place if we go out would you remedy that for us?

are you encouraging criminal behavior?

[ She's not watching Will for the moment, able to ignore any looks he's tossing their way, Gunther much easier to allow her attention to linger over. Her lips twitch - she knows by now she doesn't want to own a dog of her own, too much responsibility, not enough guarantee she'll be around for one year, two, five, ten, fifteen on an average lifespan - and she almost smiles again.

Doesn't quite, but it's close enough. She's less reserved for a moment. It's a change of pace, tip toeing forward across that line into expressiveness.

Or closer, at least, than she's been for a long time.

She looks up when he speaks, fixing him with a knowing look. Vegan is a word she's learned like the other fancy words that had to be nonsense, but were all somehow serious. The implications behind vegan are more strict than vegetarian. No animal byproducts - blue eyes study Will, unblinking. He'd said it himself. Doesn't have any dairy in it.

Vegan ice cream, huh. ]

Other than you.

[ Interested the one who bought it, and made available something she's bypassed almost every time. Annie's one experience with ice cream at one of the stores had been on Stiles' insistence, and while it had been a sweet treat, it was almost too sweet, and not easy on her digestive system.

There's so much sugar in this world. She's still not used to it.

But she recognizes a gesture when she sees one. The lioness stretches and yawns, ignoring the eyes watching through the thicket. She's not interested in confrontations.

Acceptance of the opportunities offered... perhaps that much. ]

Sounds interesting.

[ Another pat on Gunther's hip, and she's saying yes, as much as she's not mouthing the word itself. Let the pretense be what the pretense is. ]

Thanks for thinking about me.

[ Because she's content enough in pointing it out, lips finally curling up at the corners. It's the beginning of what might be a smile, or might be the self satisfied smirk of a content lioness surveying someone else's kingdom. Territory crossings carry rules, but she's not in danger.

Not right this moment. ]

yes doesn't that turn you on?

[Villains are more fun in her book, this is not a really illogical conclusion to come to. Tone is difficult to tell in text, though. He's banking on that here. It can be taken a dozen different ways.]

oh
you're doing good
but you're helping

well of course i am aiding and abetting is a crime as much as silverware theft

["Dibs on the knives" just sounds wrong.]

you don't want a whole dishware set?
if we're going on a date spree
we're doing it right

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this smile is too happy so think this one dialed down to like, 1

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