[ There's just the tinniest bit of surprise, he had started this leg of the conversation with the new people thing and all. But the lack of anything to do had been the reason she'd called. Boredom clawing at her skull, and Will's number high on the speed dial list, and god she approves of the direct route over all the normal people dancing around and setting dates and thinking too far ahead. So there's not even a moment of hesitation before the reply. ]
[Score. Score. A thousand scores. He looks at Gunther a second, and then:]
We'll be right there.
[That's all she wrote, murder and bed-sharing propositioning and everything in between. No more talk, time to show that he means it.
It won't take him much time at all to throw some clothes in a duffel bag, the numerous pill bottles he has (that might take some explaining, huh), Gunther's leash, doggie treats (Ace might like them, he wagers, they're expensive and fattening and Gunther eats them like children eat candy if he can) the very basics. What will take extra time is picking up food, because while he can bring a bag of fresh fish (and it's happening), he's not sure what April likes.
So when he shows up, it'll be with a pizza, with a bag of ambiguously Asian take-out, and another bag of tacos. If she asks, it's for the roommates, it's to spread it, it's because he doesn't live there and he's bringing offerings. Because people have feelings, and people like being fed physically as much as Will might be hiding a need for the entire house not to stare at him like he doesn't belong. Everyone likes the guy who brings food without charge—look at Lecter.
But secretly, yes, he's going to be analyzing what April goes for first to work with every time after. He gets data, the roommates have something to munch on, and no one really has to be any the wiser.
no subject
Bring food.
no subject
We'll be right there.
[That's all she wrote, murder and bed-sharing propositioning and everything in between. No more talk, time to show that he means it.
It won't take him much time at all to throw some clothes in a duffel bag, the numerous pill bottles he has (that might take some explaining, huh), Gunther's leash, doggie treats (Ace might like them, he wagers, they're expensive and fattening and Gunther eats them like children eat candy if he can) the very basics. What will take extra time is picking up food, because while he can bring a bag of fresh fish (and it's happening), he's not sure what April likes.
So when he shows up, it'll be with a pizza, with a bag of ambiguously Asian take-out, and another bag of tacos. If she asks, it's for the roommates, it's to spread it, it's because he doesn't live there and he's bringing offerings. Because people have feelings, and people like being fed physically as much as Will might be hiding a need for the entire house not to stare at him like he doesn't belong. Everyone likes the guy who brings food without charge—look at Lecter.
But secretly, yes, he's going to be analyzing what April goes for first to work with every time after. He gets data, the roommates have something to munch on, and no one really has to be any the wiser.
HE IS SUCH A JEENUS]