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Don't do anything. You're not that kind of import.

[ She is not even going to touch on that offer, Will. WTF. She'd have had to do something at that point. ]

I know that.

[Which is why after his offer was declined he's just sort of chatting it up with a crazy person (normal Tuesday night for Will Graham and everyone he knows) and sitting around with his thumb up his butt waiting for...hopefully not terrible news.]

That's why I'm not doing anything else.

Good. I know it's-

[It sucks to watch the people you love get murdered on TV, she's been there? It really blows when they send you the body parts in the mail? There is literally no good way to end that sentence. ]

It just sucks. But these people show up every month. She'll be okay.

Edited 2014-11-04 02:56 (UTC)

[No, there is not. But April has been around long enough that he doesn't doubt she's seen some pretty messed up stuff. He's seen some messed up stuff in his six months, sure, but now that they directly involve Abigail, it's...well, more personal even though he knows it wasn't meant to be.]

She'll be as okay as anyone in that situation can be. [It's not the worst thing to happen to her. Yet. Depends on how it all turns out.] I'm not going to do anything stupid, April. I'm planning on staying away and watching. Is that what you were hoping to hear?

[It's not a lie, either.]

Yeah. It was. We can sit and watch and wait in the same room. If you want.

[ Because that's all she's got. She's not the heroic kind of import either. She sits and watches and wait to yell at the dumbasses once they come back to life. That's her role. ]

[He'd make a crack about how he had that weird dream, how this time there wouldn't be any dead bodies or a stag to worry about, but with the situation being what it is...he can't really bring himself to mention dead bodies, so.]

If that's good with you, then—yeah, that'd be great. I'm at the shop right now, so I just need to lock up and then I can be right over. [If that's good with you like she didn't offer, but he's still not used to it. And as if he realizes he's doing what could be taken as fishing, as pussyfooting around for say you really want me around, he drops his voice and gives out something sincere to make it evident he gets that the invitation isn't one he needs again.] Thanks.

Okay. I'll get supplies.

[ Food, snacks, and more alcohol than is reasonable. Supplies. If the mild fishing is at all detected, she's not acknowledging it. The first public execution is usually the worst. Not that it gets easier. It just gets more...how it is. ]

You know where I am. When you're set.

[What's that noise? Sure does sound like lights being turned off, a dog leash being put on, keys, all the rattling of someone who is locking shit down as fast as possible.]

We will be headed out of here within the next sixty seconds.

[Gunther's coming along, too, of course. Where else would he go?]

I'm timing.

[ So maybe a raccoon will be going out to get those supplies at a local place that knows they work for her. Details. ]

[That gets the first thing like a laugh, brief but still a victory.]

I am— [The dog tag jingles and there's the sound of the door opening and closing, lock being shifted into place.] —en route and should be there in ten minutes at the most.

[He's going to book it on over. That fast walk thing where people look and wonder if he knows what jogging is and that he can be doing that with the tiniest bit of extra effort, yeah. He's going to do that thing.]

[ He'll find the front door unlocked, the house dogs recently fed and bribed with treats so they aren't around to pick on their poor, intellectually challenged cousin when Will arrives.

April, for her part, is actually gather things like cards and video games to her room to kill the time. Making out while the child bride is in mortal peril just doesn't feel right.]

[Will is there as fast as possible, after having veered through some other housing and sent a message to the rest of the Baltimore crew. Gunther's leash gets hung up near the door and the bearded blunder banished to be with the rest of the house's canine zoo. Even if they pick on him, he might not pick up on it. He seems pretty content to just take advantage of a water bowl and stretch out on a cool tile floor anyway. He might be friendly, but he's got enough experience with Will to know that being social isn't really the biggest requirement one has to fulfill in life.

Will doesn't stop for any other housemates, is willing to nod or grunt out a hey if it comes to it, but he's rather part of the scenery now, it feels. Just usually on the weekends.

He doesn't even bother with a knock before he opens her door, a little sweaty around the collar from the brisk walk, eyes drawn to the new collection of—]

Is that Pokémon?

[Trying to keep his spirits up apparently involves subtle cracks at his old age, complete with pronouncing it wrong as he wanders in slowly, head tilted. A new den, this. He has no freaking clue how to handle video games. This better not be a two-player thing where the players are dependent on each other to make it, because Will's going to be dead weight long enough she might get fed up with it.]

[ He gets a face at that, coupled with her half rising on the bed to climb off, then changing her mind partway through and shoving everything to the end of the bed, making room for him to sit next to her instead. Video games will be a possible adventure for later in the night. Right now it's just a deck of plain old (with 50s pin-up girls on the back of them) playing cards. She still has the communicator propped up on the nightstand by the bed, updates to the post registering quietly in the background. There's distracting from worrying too much, but not getting updates is a whole different story. ]

Done leashing up the teens?

[ April really had to give it to her, Abby seemed to be handling this whole thing. April wouldn't have been using her texting time worrying about other people in that situation. Offering bribes to assassins over craigslist while hyperventilating sounded slightly more in line with her plan.]

[April's is on, and Will's is going to remain on until it's all over and done with. Still, he slides his on the nightstand as well, toeing out of his shoes as he replies. If April believes he came here with nothing but the clothes on his back, his communicator, and his dog, she wouldn't be wrong.]

Sent a message to Freddie about it. [And something else, but talking about Lecter is probably a bad idea.] She's gonna give him some wine to distract him, knock him out. I suggested a crushed up Benadryl tablet if she wanted to make sure he'd stay out of it for good.

[His tone is impassive, not an ounce of guilt over the idea of promoting underage drinking, possibly drugging if that's what needs to be done. He's also not mentioning that he's still on call in case it doesn't work properly and the kid goes running out anyway. He climbs up next to her without needing further invitation, and while Abigail Hobbs is in mortal peril, no, making out doesn't seem like a good idea. But he does offer a quick kiss to her temple, affection from the guy who has no qualms with drugging teenagers, just what everyone wants. He picks one of the cards and stares at it, something he hasn't seen in a while. At least they're still wearing clothes this time around. And then he starts flipping through them all, clearly looking for something in specific.]

They used to make a few of these where they were fishing.

[April thought his store was a depraved, unholy temple of fishing at its finest, at its worst. Has she seen the sexy thigh high waders? Are they in this set?]

[ She frowns slightly as he starts flipping through the cards- she really needed to just accept and embrace this fish thing, she did- but if that's what's working for him, she can just as happily compare the various poses and clothing choices over playing a card game. She even joins in, flipping through the other half and pulling out the particularly silly (not not necessarily fish-themed) ones for his perusal.]

I didn't know her fan club was that dedicated. Or stupid. She could make a living.

["I'm dedicated, Jayden's stupid," Will thinks, but it doesn't make its way out of his mouth. It sounds too bitter, too unfair considering the huge age difference between the two of them, opens the door for why and just how dedicated Will is to Abigail Hobbs. He turns his attention on the cards she hands out, doing his best to keep his mind off the situation, eyebrows wrinkling at certain outfits while he almost laughs at others. And then he finds it, the fishing one. It's obvious, too—his face turns grim, lips a thin line again, and he holds it out, waders made sexy by antiquated standards.]

Next Halloween. Yes, no?

[Whether he means for her or him, it's not easy to tell. But out of the two of them, only one has curly enough hair to pull off the pin up style without much trouble, and only one of them can hold a fishing rod and make it look like they know exactly what to do with it.

Will doesn't seem to think he's going away any time soon, so there's that, at least.]

[ She give a small snort at the picture. Oh god, Will. What is that, even? Unless there's a shark on the other end of that line...but a small glance at the communicator and she's choosing to take the offer seriously. This first involves studying the card more closely, a small frown of concentration forming. ]

If you're still here next Halloween? Deal. You can be the fish.

[So basically Stiles is a huge jackass is what Will's getting. Not what he's saying or giving off because he doesn't need Abigail mad at him for rudely profiling everyone she looks at twice, but some things are never turned off.]

It was me doing the job. Job's not always very. Kind. [To the people who do it, to the people they have to deal with, killer or victim or survivor or person who might have seen something late one night at the gas station, not kind for anyone. He offers a little smile, but it's one without mirth.] Have you told anyone else?

[Hrmmm.]

It's no trouble at all, Sasha. It'd be a nice way to end the day, actually. If you need someone and can't find a coworker who will, let me know and I'll see about doing it myself.

[dogs dogs dogs]

[Goodness. He can't even say "Well that's a big thing that happens in life" because...she's dead. And that's a reminder and that's just RUDE.]

It does suck. Have some ice cream?

[Will would just drown himself in whiskey, but.]

[Her disbelief (is that what it is?) ends up contagious in the way it makes him smile, very used to the fishing pin ups and cards that run along these lines, only dirtier. The filthy kind some of the boatyard workers showed him when he was too young to really get it, wondered what the point was, didn't manage to understand until he was older. Once she's done with the scrutiny, he looks back at it, bites his lip, tries to figure out what sort of fish would be caught in this artistically represented area...and decides it probably doesn't matter and April probably doesn't care for that level of accuracy.]

I'm not the fish already? [Flip, witch. Flip, cop. Flip, sexy housewife with sexy brownies.] Gonna make me get my lip pierced to make it even more obvious?

[He's never going to go that far, no. The way he looks at her says that much, that's it's just a joke no matter how drunk he may be, but the idea behind it really isn't, is it? She might not know how to fish at all, but she's pretty good at the hook, line, and sinker aspect when it comes to...well, people who do fish, at least.]

Okay, thank you!

No problem. I'll have your stuff ready ASAP. Can you swing by Friday morning or should I have it sent out?

[Her stuff. Yeah, a parka is fine. But he can get some super nice socks and other things to put in a box, too.]

Only inside.

[ She has the grace to crinkle her nose at the idea of him having any kind of piercing, even as she agrees with the fact he's hooked. But Will doing a physical representation? Like a ring or a lip piercing or a date in Florida? Now that's just madness.

But seriously. Child bride in peril. Way bigger issues here. She picks up all the cards (other than the sexy fisher woman) and starts shuffling them. ]

Black jack or gin rummy or Aprils' war? You have two seconds.

Edited (wow, sorry for typo heaven) 2014-11-09 18:13 (UTC)

[The last named game confuses him, that much obvious on his face. Is that like regular war? Despite having no idea what it is, it doesn't take him the two seconds to spit out:]

Gin rummy.

[He will keep that sexy fisher woman card, though that puts him at a minor disadvantage...should April remember what card it even was. Some of the pictures are rather distracting, it's true. If they're going to play the game without their cards being totally obvious to each other with just a look to the side, they should probably change the way they're sitting, huh? That's why Will shuffles, scoots to sit across from her. If a raccoon ends up climbing on top of his shoulders, he won't have it in him to tell the fuzzy little guy off, no matter how much he might suspect clues are being given without his agreement.

Little bit hooked indeed.]

Some of the guys my father worked with over the years had cards like these. [Well, not quite like them. He tilts his head down just enough to give away that like these isn't very accurate, makes that much clear with:] I learned how to play Go Fish with a pornographic deck.

[Good funny times going fishing. Unlike certain dreams.]

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