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[They'll make it work is basically what he's hearing.]

sounds good to me i'll be here then whenever you show up UNEXPECTEDLY

Yes. I wouldn't suggest it for you.

[He wouldn't suggest it for himself, not now. But he doesn't need to get into that, because it sounds more like projecting if he does.]

Movie would probably be okay.

[It's just one. She'll just do it once or twice and then the joke will die out. Right? So he doesn't say anything back, but there is a smile when he gets it.]

If I get into the habit of watching moving pictures, I'll consider doing so.

[ NOT THE CAPSLOCK

also hey on an ooc note. want to log or handwave? ]

[Will is there in his REEL WOMEN FISH hat, possibly a favorite considering how well it sits on his head. Dumbo the Wonderdog perks up at Abigail's appearance but seems to be doing just fine laying on the floor behind the counter. Perhaps he realizes it's best to just be as still as possible, because the cat might also notice him and he'd really rather not. His tail does a half-assed wag, but the way Will's face almost lights up at the sight of her should be enough to indicate that if he had a tail it would be doing double time.

Until he opens the bag and listens to the explanation of it, face hidden by the bill of his hat. No, he does not like Abigail Hobbs working with sausage. With meat. With lamb. He doesn't like it at all. He's not sure if he's supposed to eat it himself, ends up taking a moment to decide, and eventually breaks off one and tosses it down to the dog who suddenly springs to life. Yes, he can show interest and get off his bearded ass for sausage. He knew Abigail was good people.]

You made it?

[He asks when he looks up, but his attention goes from her face to a spot behind her—if she follows his eyes, she'll see that cat he mentioned, considering she just jumped on top of a rack of silly fishing shirts like she owns the damn place. Entitled little shits.]

[IT'S ALL SHE'LL GET IF SHE TEXTS HIM BEFORE THE CANNIBAL HEIST. THIS IS HIS DESIGN.

i'm cool with either honestly!!! if you want to log tho would you mind putting it up this time can you
be my hero
baby]

[Better than the moving pictures Will ordinarily shows.]

When's your birthday?

[because he doesn't give her enough shit already right]

[ HE'S THE ONE WHO KEEPS DOING THAT she's slightly better about accepting by now, though this reminds her... ]

March 22nd. I can head in and help out at the bait shop this weekend. There's still dance, Saturday night, but after Shinjiro in the morning, I'm caught up on school. Nothing else planned. My time's yours.

[Because he won't be controlled, gosh.]

That's a nice day. [Will is, however, not going to win Miss Congeniality.] You wanna spend Saturday day in the bait shop, that works for me. Is there anything you wanted to learn? I had a futon put in the back room. If you just wanna work the cash register, maybe I'll take a nap.

It's a day, like any other. [ she will learn from you one day, Will, what day you left your mother's body because that's not at all a creepy way of describing birth at all ]

The register is new enough. I can start there. I don't know anything about running a shop.

I don't think there was much screaming. If any. Two of them, he did in a hotel room. If there'd been real screaming, it would've— [That is nothing reassuring, he realizes halfway through it, stops himself, tries to find a way to explain it without possibly pissing on a ritual further.] —it wasn't actually that. It was reminiscent of it. He was—he was making his angels from secular sources. They weren't accurate to any one thing. It was a brain tumor in someone who'd never religious.

[The way Will talks about him has a distinct lack of loathing that some might expect, sounds like he's been doing this work a long, long time. That's the easiest way to take it, not that Will relates to this angel maker. Uncomfortably more so now.]

But we found him. He— [morbid train coming through] —turned himself into an angel, strung up in a barn. He's out of the picture now.

[Because he's extremely dead, not because Will actually caught him. But hey, at least he's not massacring pagan rituals, right?]

[A few days before his mom left his life, BAZINGA.]

Not true. It's not a day like December 22nd. December 22nd is much colder than March 22nd. March 22nd is a much nicer day. [fuq u annie] It's not really complicated. The math involved isn't very difficult and keeping things running up to code is something I'm used to. It's mostly the live bait that has stopped me from bringing anyone else.

[ moms never stick around Disney tells all of us this ]

Depending on your hemisphere. [ take the sass jackass ] Is it that difficult to keep the live bait thriving?

[Yeah well his didn't die tragically.]

Having fun picking all those nits, Annie? [she's called him out on his shit he can turn it around] Not really. But they squirm and wiggle and people think they're slimy and gross and don't care to find out otherwise.

[crybabies]

Says the man claiming one day has more worth than another. What if I'm a winter person? I might like the solitude, or the quiet.

[ not exactly. but hey. bullshit calling circle, how are we today. ]

They're mostly insects and worms and maggots, aren't they? They're fine.

Stand in front of an open freezer then.

[great!!!!!]

Yes. I've got it set up so I can breed them, too. It's an interesting process. People tend not to care when the end result isn't something cute and fluffy.

I... assisted. [ isn't she always. ] I thought Gunther would like it. [ so, yes, it was definitely for the dog. not that she would stop will from eating it, of course, but it's a little bit weird to just give a guy a random sausage when they both know they've been accidental and not so accidental cannibals sometimes. sometimes together, at the same table. sigh.

since she doesn't want to look at will and see that knowledge reflected there, knowing that some of the meat her ate while she was "dead" was actually partially prepared by her. cannibal sous chef. assisting. she turns to find the cat, tension draining from her shoulders as she holds out her hand for the cat to sniff -- the power of pets. thankfully her shower has wiped most of the traces of slaughterhouse from her, but maybe the cat likes the scent of garnier fructis green apple shampoo and alice in wonderland themed body wash. mmm, smells like cookies. come to momma. ]

She's so pretty.

[ hella in love. but she turns back to look at gunther. ] You're still the most handsome one in the room.

[ and as handsome is typically a male compliment... sorry will, the dog wins. ]

I'll come borrow yours.

I won't pretend I know anything about the process, but if you don't mind showing me, the learning could be interesting. It's not like we don't have maggots involved in our medical practices from time to time.

[It placates her a little, though she's still sulking slightly as she finishes off her drink. People don't just get to pick and choose parts of her culture to use as some sort of fucking murder ritual.]

And you lot call us monsters.

[It isn't directed at Will, but humans in general. All the creatures she knows of that kill, they do it for food. Humans just do it because they're fucked up.]

If you can handle the fish smell. You wanna play with bugs? That sounds like a perfect Saturday to me.

[And here Hannibal thought Will's idea of a perfect date was murder all the things.]

[ Hannibal might be projecting... ]

You get used to almost any smell after long enough.

See you Saturday, then.

["might"

And then.

Only now does he realize his misteak.]

I apologize, Annie. I forgot I had plans this weekend. Would next Saturday be fine? I totally blanked.

[ rotfl Will

Annie does the mental equivalent of shrug - this is about payback, not timing. It's only too late when one or the other of them port out. ]

It's the same to me.

[He has to dress up fancy to rob a restaurant and have some whoopee with April, okay, he's already said yes.]

Then I'll see you next Saturday.

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