[She's free to like his eyes, to roam the bait shop, the house in De Chima, whatever anyone might mark as his territory. As long as that like, that wandering stays to what it is now, as long as that curiosity and everything contained within remains pure (compared to the kind that threw him in a hospital for the criminally insane), Will doesn't mind it. There's no pressure for his eyes to be anything but what they are (yet), which is refreshing. Strange, but good. He's not used to good with his morning cup of strange.
He doesn't watch her leave—at least, he doesn't make a move to look after her until she's slipped through to the back room. He does, in fact, lean back on his stool to make sure she finds everything as it should be (and that Gunther doesn't screw anything up requiring who is seen as the owner to click his tongue and reinforce what is okay and what is not). When Annie comes back out, she won't find him in either position. She'll find him still behind the counter but leaning down, looking for something, and when he pops back up? Unshaven and shaggy and silly fishing hat still there, but with the addition of a small cooler, what might pass as a lunchbox. What someone who has to travel from De Chima to Heropa for work would require if they ever once wanted to pack something cold to go with it. It's big enough for the box of ice cream, has two hard, mostly frozen blue blocks in it to keep the temperature down, revealed when he presses the sides to slid it open and shoves it across the way. He leans on the counter, careful of the shark teeth, eyebrows raised.
Annie's the focal point of his universe at the moment, if that look is anything to go by.]
What'd you think was one of the biggest luxuries back home?
truly hellish tbh
He doesn't watch her leave—at least, he doesn't make a move to look after her until she's slipped through to the back room. He does, in fact, lean back on his stool to make sure she finds everything as it should be (and that Gunther doesn't screw anything up requiring who is seen as the owner to click his tongue and reinforce what is okay and what is not). When Annie comes back out, she won't find him in either position. She'll find him still behind the counter but leaning down, looking for something, and when he pops back up? Unshaven and shaggy and silly fishing hat still there, but with the addition of a small cooler, what might pass as a lunchbox. What someone who has to travel from De Chima to Heropa for work would require if they ever once wanted to pack something cold to go with it. It's big enough for the box of ice cream, has two hard, mostly frozen blue blocks in it to keep the temperature down, revealed when he presses the sides to slid it open and shoves it across the way. He leans on the counter, careful of the shark teeth, eyebrows raised.
Annie's the focal point of his universe at the moment, if that look is anything to go by.]
What'd you think was one of the biggest luxuries back home?
[I want to hear.]