IC contact [Mask or Menace]

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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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That's where she's from, back in our world. Home away from home.

[Yeah he has it narrowed down to a patch of land that, as far as he knows, is now a cemetery. Woohoo!]

None that come to mind. The cat's with the rest of the bunch, already took care of her.

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With Mike Parker?

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With April Ludgate.

[Do people think he's dating Mike or something.]

[sizetwelve]

[ Nobody makes Will's cheeks flush like Mike Parker's, ugu. ]

Was going to ask after her state next. Not a good week for imPorts, so glad she's all right.

Hope the weather is better where you are.

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[That's a nice opening, Mary.]

It's been really strange lately, hasn't it? The lightning.

[sizetwelve]

Seems quieter today, but yesterday it was using imPorts for target practice. John was as lucky as he ever is.

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[WHAT]

how is he!?!?

[sizetwelve]

Alive, thank God. Walking. Talking.

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At his usual self?

[sizetwelve]

Well.
He's had off times before.

[ But never been hit by lightning before so please don't say his brain is porked. Obviously she is worried about this because fuck who would

not be. ]

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[maybe he's so off they can get him to kill people for funsies like what the fuck else do you do when people you love are having bad times if not MANIPULATE THEM TO MURDER

???? ??//?? !?/ ?/???? LOVE!]

You think he'll be fine?

[sizetwelve]

[ No Will. We don't need a space princess to do our dirty work, we are not that pathetic.

Are we. ]

Don't know what to think. He threw his medical books in the bin and keeps looking at me like he thinks I'm about to pop him one.

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[is that a trick question]

Do you have a history of popping him one?

[what is this abuse he's hearing about rn someone PLEASE help john watson get away from this terrible nightmare woman omg]

[sizetwelve]

Oh yeah, it's our Wednesday tradition.

[ GET OUT. ]

Seriously. He took apart our radio. Tuning it.

[ Clearly a KGB attempt, get him. ]

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[The family that slays together stays together, that's good.]

Well.
Freddie and I should be back in 2 days, tops. If there's anything I can do, let me know. Deal?

[sizetwelve]

[ She doubts there's much Will could do, except maybe be sure John doesn't steal someone's car and try to fly it to the moon. ]

Bring back a souvenir.

[ named Abigail. Better he focuses on that. ]

1-06

[takethestairs]

[BRRRING BRRRING BRRRING]

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[He didn't do it. Two rings go by, and then:]

Hello? This is Will Graham.

[He still didn't do it!!!]

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[Goddamnit Graham you had better-oh, there it is. He's speaking now. Good]

It's Edgeworth.

[Spoken quickly, doing his best to hide the rough edge of exhaustion from his voice]

Do you have a moment? I need to speak with you about something.

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[He can be a good boy! Speak, Graham, good. No don't speak like that.]

Sure. [He sounds pretty unsure, but that's more to do with Edgeworth than whether or not he has a moment. He's got plenty.] What's on your mind?

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[He sighs. Might as well come out and say it.]

It's about Lunatic.

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[That's the way to do it, Miles. Pass it along to Clark. Will's quiet for a moment, mildly surprised, but surprise doesn't come through. Neither does anything like annoyance. This isn't a bothersome conversation, not just yet.]

I've been keeping up with him. [He's willing to talk about Lunatic, in essence.] What do you need to talk about regarding Lunatic, exactly?

[Need, not want. People don't knock at Will Graham's door, metaphorically speaking, when it comes to serial killers because they want to. Not in his experience.]

[aggressiveapathy]

Old boyfriend.

[ Hamsters are still carefully not throw onto the ground but, because verbalizing the complications with that clarification are hard, April is very much more forcefully pressed against Will. There. Way easier than talking.]

It's- stupid. It's not even the-Andy-skrull-thing.

[ Falsehood. It was a little that it was Andy. But just a little (and maybe a little more). But mostly it was the thinking, for a whole second, that just maybe someone from home she liked even a little about had been there.]

It's...god, you won't get it. And it doesn't even matter. The porter's just a jerk.

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[Old boyfriend. Oh hell. April had been so convinced the Porter avoided her home at all turns that Will had bought into it as well. If there were any old boyfriends among the imPort population, he was unaware of it. There was a difference between an old boyfriend from home and one from here, though. It catches him off guard, but as long as April's going to physically keep herself up against him, he doesn't yet see a reason to discourage that.

Or a reason to call out what he perceives as some serious bullshit. Talking about feelings isn't exactly his favorite thing to do, either. No need to force April to share more than she wants to, even if he's a damn good candidate for being able to share much more than she's giving out, empathetic sponge that he is and all.]

Jerk's a kind word for it. [He's looking at the hamster and its recurring mohawk as he speaks. April's never struck him as the type who wants to be stared at intensely when emotional turmoil strikes, so he keeps his eyes away for the time being. His fingers tighten around her and he does tilt his head enough to brush up against hers, but no direct visual attention.] Is there anything I can do?

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Let's start with the basics. You were a criminal profiler back home, correct? What are your impressions of him?

[If he sounds exasperated, it's not you. It's been a very long past couple of days, Will, and he is tired on every conceivable level]