[If Annie says she's fine, he'll take it. Not because he's lazy, doesn't want to move from place, but because Will knows that when someone says I'm fine, doing anything to suggest otherwise or hint at how they could be more than fine isn't exactly welcome. If some sort of game was afoot, he might have insisted on a drink, on a seat, but Will was tired of games and couldn't be bothered to start new ones when they weren't necessary. Cat versus cat with the Leonhart in the room wasn't the same as cat versus cat with the lion he didn't know in the room.
He looks at Gunther, tail hitting Will's leg as he greets her in his dumb, doggy way, shifting on his back legs and generally being noisy for it. It's not until he starts getting his claws on the magazine that Will picks it up and tosses it to the other side, finally narrowing his eyes at the pocket she reaches into. For his part, his so frequently plaid-covered part? Will quite likes the hoodie.]
Not gonna pull a sleeping puppy outta there, are you?
[It's a joke. He has no idea what it is where his finger's pointing, but as long as it's not a location of a mutilated, displayed body he needs to go back to work for or a body part from one, well...he's pretty much fine with just about anything.]
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He looks at Gunther, tail hitting Will's leg as he greets her in his dumb, doggy way, shifting on his back legs and generally being noisy for it. It's not until he starts getting his claws on the magazine that Will picks it up and tosses it to the other side, finally narrowing his eyes at the pocket she reaches into. For his part, his so frequently plaid-covered part? Will quite likes the hoodie.]
Not gonna pull a sleeping puppy outta there, are you?
[It's a joke. He has no idea what it is where his finger's pointing, but as long as it's not a location of a mutilated, displayed body he needs to go back to work for or a body part from one, well...he's pretty much fine with just about anything.]