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[Come in for cat, insult the shit out of him, hand him money back. Why does anyone actively work to be a parent?

There's no argument on his end, because that prolongs things and makes them even more uncomfortable (though perhaps that's all on his end, too). He just shoves back what's been returned and slides the wallet back into his pocket, adjusting the hat a little bit, what could be seen as nervousness taking form in a way that's not refusing eye contact.]

Long as it fits, it's comfortable, and it's got some ID on it, it works. [A shrug, casual.] And yeah, just let me know when. Shop's open every day but Sunday.

[ she turns, shoving the rest of the money in her back pocket, to retrieve the cat again with a quiet ] Okay. [ scooping her up, she automatically settles the cat in a way that leaves one hand free if she needs it. she doesn't need it, deciding petting gunther while holding ziggy would be. something.

instead she just, keeps going. /upsets will, /fails at everything, this is how you lose an ear in this biz. w/e she has a cat. cat ladying can commence immediately. ]

Bye Will. Bye Gunther.

[He doesn't let her get too far before, quietly, almost like he had the ability to forget he had something stowed away for her:]

Oh, wait.

[A pat to the pocket in his shirt, no, no, of course not. But the distracted look is important, and since he keeps plenty of things in it as it is, it's not exactly an illogical conclusion that he would stuff something in it if he was expecting the new owner to be by soon. There's a pause before he reaches under the counter and pulls out a drawer, rifles through it, and finally holds out a small plastic bag. A small plastic bag containing a keychain shaped like that not-quite Buttercup but close enough, the one she'd liked on the fishing rods. Her arms are crossed and she's looking ready to kick all the ass, and Will's looking the opposite of it as he holds her out.]

Got one of each in shipment. You liked her best, thought she'd find a good home with you, too.

[Cats and keychains. One a strange animal that he never deals with much, the other a mundane part of life. Will can't live with her. Not with things like they are now, not at all. But he can add a little bit of himself without actively seeing it as such.

Abigail doesn't need to give him anything to be a continual thought. Not. At. All.]

[ abigail looks at it stupidly for a moment, as if she doesn't quite understand, even as her closes her hand around it. no, she will never say no to a gift from will. (money doesn't count.) ]

Thanks. [ a beat. ] Actually, could you do me a favor? It'll be quick and probably painless.

[His eyebrows knit together just enough to show a little confusion, though at what isn't easy to tell. Confusion that she would ever think he wouldn't do her a favor, confusion at the idea of a favor for her being painless, confusion at the fact of the matter that she's asking instead of just saying it. Though, being polite does pay off. Perhaps that's the lesson everyone ends up learning the hard way. The hard, dead, painful way.]

Sure. What do you need?

[It sounds normal enough, a regular conversation between two people. But Abigail is Abigail and could ask him for favors that don't qualify as normal at all and...well, like hell he'd deny her too much.

Not referencing money, either.]

[ setting the cat down gently, she pulls her phone out of her back pocket. ] Picture?

[ of him.

with her.

s...elfie??? ]

[He watches, careful, uncertain, and then...

Ah.

That's a smile, that's the ticket—though he'd never phrase it aloud in such a way, of course not. Still, the way his face lights up is enough of a tell that yes, this is one favor he can definitely oblige, something that's not painful for him at all.]

You got it.

[But not with the stupid hat, which ends up making his more ruffled. Not that he cares when he leans in to join her, not at all bothered about keeping distance. He can follow directions well enough, can listen to a count down, can hold still. But even if she "clicks" on 2 instead of 3, there's still that smile plastered on his face. And even though he keeps his eyes forward, he still ends up looking like he'd rather be keeping his eyes all on her.

God he looks so happy.]

[ snip snip, watch out or that messy hair will be gone...

abigail holds the phone steady, thumb brushing against the click half of the point and click, it means she takes about fifty pictures since she doesn't let up even as she's stretching up to bridge some of the height difference. it also means there are a handful of shots where she's looking up at will before a smile spreads across her face and her head tips to lean in against him. when she lets up her thumb the last picture comes with a resounding CLICK.

immediately, her focus turns to the phone as she scrolls through the mess of pictures to find one she deems acceptable of the both of them -- no blinking, no stupid faces, actually looking at the camera -- and flicks her finger to send it to will's phone, eyes drifting back up. ]

Thanks.

[There's plenty of stupid faces to be on his end, of course, but that smile stays present. Stays present even after the last CLICK, doesn't falter until his ass pocket lets out a noise and he pats it, a moment of confusion before he realizes that, yes, of course, Abigail just sent him something. That's why it's going off. He doesn't pull it out, won't look at it until she's gone, doesn't want anyone around to see him when...well, he'll probably wander off the to the back room or the rooms full of live bait to give himself some proper, alone time to take it all in without risking anyone seeing that shouldn't.

Easier to get away with rubbing his nose and slightly reddened eyes if he's walking out of a room full of crickets, anyway.]

Any time. [The polite thing to say, but his voice isn't just polite. It's a promise without being a promise, and Ziggy gets a pat to her ears before he picks her back up and hands her off. He might not be a cat lover, but he sure seems to have it on lock with this one. Holds her like a beloved family member, even, as opposed to a nasty creature he can't believe he's anywhere near.] Tell me if you need anything else for hairball here.

[ ♫ hard bargain -- ron sexsmith ]

'kay. [ and with ziggy stardust, defender of the galaxy or whatever, in her arms and stupid picture on her phone, she turns and scampers out without another word or even a goodbye. so she can go buy a cat bed and print out and frame that picture.

and then put it in her room.

to look at when she's lonely/depressed/scared/sad/any emotion that probably isn't good. because right now, in this place, will is an anchor. not holding her down, but holding her steady. ]

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