IC contact [Mask or Menace]

[infomodder]

"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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[acclimatized]

Hey Will, can you do me a favour?

[infomodder]

Name it.

[acclimatized]

Could you pop by the house and check if the cat is okay? There's a spare key under the mat.

text ; this just in, damaged teenagers go to will for solace, fishing

[khajidont]

[After his argument with Kitty...]

So you're probably busy with your whole law job right now but you know what sounds great when you're not? Fishing

I know I said I wanted to take my friends one day but I was thinking a test run wouldn't be too bad. If you wanna go that is

[THEY CAN THROW THEIR CELL PHONES INTO THE OCEAN WILL, DOESN'T THAT SOUND GRAND?]

text ; fresh baked veal

[infomodder]

The only thing that could keep me from fishing would be if I was physically unable to go.

[Like being locked up in a hospital for the criminally insane. Or in a regular hospital almost dead. The usual, right?]

When's good for you?

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[khajidont]

I don't have work on Friday. Would that work?

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[textualhealing]

So remind me what the agreement for bringing people home is?

[infomodder]

Just to be reasonable.
If they're staying for an extended length of time, give us a head's up.

[textualhealing]

Nah it'd just be for an evening. I need to reserve the TV tho. I can pay you.

8.30.15

[slightlyoffchilt]

Will. Something unfortunate has happened.

[infomodder]

What sort of unfortunate?

[if this is due to gun lessons he's going to need to rethink his gift-giving skills]

[slightlyoffchilt]

A sordid breed of unfortunate. Sasha is under your care, is she not? Sasha Blouse?

[kinesia]

i cant find abigail

[infomodder]

me either

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[runningstart]

you and annie were close right

[infomodder]

[Wally :(]

Leonhart?
we were yes

text;

[brushoff]

[ So far, his level of 'pet project' means that he's gotten Will Graham to ignore large quantities of blood. Still, Dorian knows that he can be a step up. he got Alan Campbell to hide a body, after all.

current battle plan: show Will just how TRULY fucked up he is, see the response. ]

I'm giving you every opportunity to back out. But I've been in this world for over a year, and I've learned that in between magic, the Soviets, the government, people who can remove powers, getting locked in someone's basement and everything else that can possibly go wrong, it's wonderful to have a back-up plan.

Are you free any time this week? I have something I want to show you.

[ guess who's gonna see the actual Picture of Dorian Gray, hint, it's Will ]

[infomodder]

[Just feed him people and you got him bro you got him hook line and sinker romantic seaside vacations are in your future there will be murder and love.]

I'm always willing to make time for you, Dorian. When's best for you?

[hell yeah he loves ugly art unless it's fucking banksy]

[theminotaur]

:) :) :)

[infomodder]

we're putting that on the fridge

audio | AFTER YOU KNOW WHEN

[huntergames]

[ With a sense of urgency: ]

Will.

[infomodder]

[Why this.

There's an edge to his voice that's not usually present, but all things considered...shouldn't there be?]

Hello, Sasha.

[aggressiveapathy]

There's nothing special about April's early afternoon home. No food picked up, no sexy outfits, nothing. Except for April home a few hours early from work, sitting cross-legged in her nice work clothing on the bed and checking her comm. And maybe it was choice, or maybe her agitation brought them running, but there's a literal gaze (yes. a group of raccoons is a gaze) gazing down at her from the walkways along the ceiling, very quietly chattering to each other as they wait for the second player to enter the room.

A second play that better actually have a story to tell after turning this whole thing into a short work day.

[infomodder]

Will is home soon after, and he does find it odd that there aren't any fuzzy fellows greeting him at the door. None in the living room either? Very odd. In fact, beyond the dogs, he's starting to think that their collected zoo has either skipped town for the day or—

—oh.

He stands still in the doorway, spotting them all before he looks to her. For the first time, he feels like a stranger in his own home. In his own bedroom, even. He's been on trial in a higher court of law for heinous crimes, but here and now he feels the weight of the world crushing down on his shoulders under the gaze of the gaze he's come to know and, yes, love. Come to know and love and yet still had nightmares wherein they tore his face off, and worse, and in each one he knew that would only ever happen if he deserved it.

"I suppose honey, I'm home is in poorer taste than usual," he drawls, movements just as slow as his speech as he tosses his keys on their dresser. It's very clear he's not sure where to place himself right now, so that shuffling, wandering motion wins as he runs a hand down his neck. His hand with their wedding ring, of course. In plain view. "Where should I start?"

Добрый день!

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