[Will's opinions on protect the children!!!! might be seen as warped, accustomed to children killers as much as he's accustomed to their fully grown counterparts. Curfews were good and well and all, that pressure, that fear, but they were still capable. They'd find ways around it if they really wanted to. People could murder with or without a curfew, regardless of age.
And he had to clean it up. Had. Not anymore. Not here. He won't let it happen. One whiff of a Ripper murder and it all comes tumbling down for someone else.
His own world is a mess, so it goes, so it goes, and this one is, too, in its own way. He is not yet, however, feeling like he owes it anything. The monsters he knows don't seem to roam here as much, what good would it be for him to get a desk job? While monsters may roam, as long as they don't leave body art to announce their presence, well.
So it fucking goes without him.
This has taken a turn for something he didn't expect, has his eyebrows lifting slightly and lips thinning out. Nothing too expressive just yet. He can control his face.]
So it was...a cushy job for the best, you're saying? Never going out in the field?
[He's not judging, not deriding the idea of a desk job. Some people wanted to sit at desks. He's got knowledge of that.
He wouldn't have minded it so much.
But the more he learns, the less he thinks he'd have liked Annie's home much at all.]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jeb6zN7TEYQ the one with that for the name (unacceptable)
And he had to clean it up. Had. Not anymore. Not here. He won't let it happen. One whiff of a Ripper murder and it all comes tumbling down for someone else.
His own world is a mess, so it goes, so it goes, and this one is, too, in its own way. He is not yet, however, feeling like he owes it anything. The monsters he knows don't seem to roam here as much, what good would it be for him to get a desk job? While monsters may roam, as long as they don't leave body art to announce their presence, well.
So it fucking goes without him.
This has taken a turn for something he didn't expect, has his eyebrows lifting slightly and lips thinning out. Nothing too expressive just yet. He can control his face.]
So it was...a cushy job for the best, you're saying? Never going out in the field?
[He's not judging, not deriding the idea of a desk job. Some people wanted to sit at desks. He's got knowledge of that.
He wouldn't have minded it so much.
But the more he learns, the less he thinks he'd have liked Annie's home much at all.]