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"Gone fishing."

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[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?

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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?]

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[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.]

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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.

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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.

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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.

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[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.]

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[ 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.

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[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.

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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.

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[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.]