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[Shit. He is going to try, by God is he ever going to try. But it'll end in failure soon enough.]

thanksgiving is about family, isn't it?

[Why go to a gathering with people he has to live with and a few others when they're not his family? Why can't he just do a small group or, perhaps, nothing at all? Like he's done since...well, forever.]

[ Nope. Nope. ]

I know where you live. And work. And keep your alcohol.

[She's looking at him this is difficult, why did she have to turn video on.]

you can combine where i work with where i live until thanksgiving is over in that case

Will. Don't make me come do this in person. No one is going to be happy if I have to turn my game off and put pants on.

you don't need to do either of those i don't want to have thanksgiving dinner with people i don't know well or don't care about when i could choose to do something with the people i DO care about instead of what? some saving face shit and being miserable? i was not invited i was told i was coming i was not asked if i already had plans, i was just told that this was happening no that's not something i appreciate and i'm going to dig my heels in even harder for it that's all there is to it and bader can get the hell over it end of discussion

[tl;dr Will doesn't take orders who do these people think they are the saying is "Happy Thanksgiving" not "fuck happiness pretend you like people" that conflicts the spirit of the season.]

[ There is a breath here. A long, slow breath. And then instead of replying, Will gets to watch as she stands up and walks away from the communicator. And then beings to take off her lounging PJs and get dressed to go track him down in the most passive-aggressive peep show in MoM history.]

[There's a pause as he tries to figure out her angle, exactly. And then.

Jesus Christ.

He turns his video on, too, the face of someone who is being granted a show but doesn't quite know what to make of it. Someone who totally just took off a hat, even, surrounded by fishing gear. Peep shows are great, but this one is coming at a bad time. If ever there was a poorly timed peep show, it's this one. Which in no way means he speaks up immediately to stop it. That would just be absurd. No. He'll wait for some layers to be shed first, to see if she's actually intent on it. Yes. Not because it involves nudity, no way.]

Why?

[Why does he get this show, why does she care so much about a stupid Goddamn holiday with people she doesn't know, why does this world still have Thanksgiving? Just. Why?]

Why would you go outside for this? That's where the people find you.

[Oh look, he's doing that incredibly strange and probably unattractive thing of spitting people's words back at them while using their voice in his own voice.

That'll really make this better.]

[ Because, Will. Because that is how she gets what she wants. And she was half way through the show so, totally ignoring the fact he is clearly at work, she sits back down in front of the camera in her bra and sleeping shorts alone. ]

It's Thanksgiving, Will. It's supposed to be miserable. That's why everyone tries to kill themselves in Walmart the next day. Because dying in the shittiest place on Earth is better than living to see another Thanksgiving.

[Boobs will not distract him.

...they will distract him for approximately 1 second.

Oh, there goes the face. The face that seems to agree for a split second, you got me there, shit, I didn't think about it like that, you're a genius. The one that, at least, Mike Parker knows is followed by something from the tumultuous waters of Smartass.]

Everyone tries to kill themselves in Walmart the next day because they're stuck on material goods at lower prices despite having spent the day before talking about how they're thankful for what they have and don't need anything else. [People are hypocrites and love to spend money they don't need to if they can get away with it. Dogs are the way to go.] So your motive behind celebrating the misery is hailing a bloodbath on the horizon, is that it?

[He could not sound less like he believes what he's saying if he tried.]

Duh.

[ It doesn't matter, bro. Empty promises and fake motives are the core of the holiday experience. ]

But you told them we were dating.

[He sits on the futon, which is the epitome of secondhand store and looks about as comfortable to sleep on as asphalt. Eyebrows knit together and he frowns, which highlights the fact of the matter that Will? Has not shaved recently.]

I did not. [His nose wrinkles, the frown gets worse. God. Human faces should not look this miserable.] Maybe she heard me talking to you in my room... [Miserable.] ...smelled a woman on me when I came back after a weekend and put two and two together.

[Fucking vampires. Back to normal human face, it's like art. Living trash art!]

I'm okay with telling people now, though. If you want to, I—the reason I was so adamant to keep us under wraps isn't here anymore.

[Even if Hannibal Lecter getting his ass kicked by raccoons would have been amazing, he's sure there would be a casualty involved and he doesn't need another death at his feet. The miasma of shit and blood and suffering that follows Baltimore when Lecter is around has been removed. What can go wrong?]

Oh.

[ Will may have the misery part of this chat down, but April taking the lead when it comes to dissapointed. She's not angry, Will. Just that other word. The direct way his blood sucking roomie had stated it made it sound like Will was actively sharing the news. Had been...well, a reason to go to thanksgiving. ]

Okay, I guess. I'll tell Rick I won't burn his beanie baby collection if he snitches anymore.

[She can be not angry and disappointed, that's fine. Will? He's a little confused, and openly so.]

Don't burn beanie babies in the first place. They'll be valuable someday. [To a daycare...or cat people...] Guessing isn't the same as knowing, April.

[Because he's probably not allowed to say "I need a straight answer" when he's him, is he.]

Whatever. She still texted. And said no coyote eating will be involved. And, you know. You already live there anyway.

[There's another frown, nothing inhuman but still obviously a frown, as he looks down and picks some fuzz off his shirt.]

What if I didn't? [Didn't what, eat a coyote? No.] What if I didn't live there anymore when Thanksgiving came around?

What, are you running away from home?

[ This is so not anything like the conversation she'd anticipated when first texting, but here they are. What are you going on about, Will? After all the shit she gave you about Virginia, you finally agree?]

[Running away to the mountains with Kristoff, where he'll inevitably kill something he loves because it has antlers.]

No room in your house? [People come and people go, Will's not going around the place on the weekends making sure everyone's still where they were. That question is, at least, honest. Uncertain, which is why he follows it with:] No room in your room?

[Virginia is great but this is not his Virginia and April is better than this Virginia.]

You're the one that moved.

[ Seriously, Will. If talk of moving in is just a tactic to dodge thanksgiving conversations, she is not impressed. ]

And thanksgiving totally happens in Florida.

We weren't involved when I moved.

[It's like when someone tries to be a vegetarian and after a few weeks and a relationship later they realize, wow, they made a huge misteak.

Heheheh.]

Thanksgiving in Florida isn't Thanksgiving in Virginia. I'd be fine with that.

If you care at all, you're the one that has to tell my roommates about it.

[ April will not be asking permission for him to move in. That is other people problems. But she apparently has no objections to this plan.]

But we should still do both Thanksgivings. And leave the Virginia one in a cloud of drama and alcohol that you never go back there from.

[There's a pause, a sigh, and the warped smile on his face is enough to display that he has ascended to the level known as Acceptance.]

Fine. We'll do that. I'll talk to the roommates and after we have the cloud of drama and alcohol, I'll be out of there.

[As long as April doesn't try to get him to play Battle Royale with her old boyfriends, this can't be so bad.]

[ Luck for him, none of them are in this reality. And Max may have just wanted a longterm threesome, anyway.

But she is pleased with this news. A beaming, bra clad April. ]

Deal.

[It's difficult to not return that, smile back like a normal person. If something happens, if there's an argument, he'll just go hang out in Abigail's room. That's healthy parenting, isn't it?]

I'll start boxing up what I have when I get back from work tonight, in that case.

I'll...not do anything.

[ Because fitting his stuff in with hers will be more of a raccoon job, in her mind. It's time to just get back into PJs]

Except finish this stupid level.

[Plaid for days, that's what is going to happen.

...eventually...

...maybe...]

Go get 'em, Tiger.

[Never let it be said he's not supportive.]

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