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[ very late night. ]

I'm sorry, if you're mad at me.

I don't know what I did.

But I'm sorry.

[ the next morning. ]

Dr Chilton said I should check the house.

No, I don't know why I went to him either.

If you're there I'm going to punch you in the face.

[ a few more hours later ]

Update: you are not home.

Or at work.

I'm officially mad at you.

Jerk.

[ last one. ]

You promised you wouldn't leave.

[ twenty five anxious text messages later, she is done. ]

[It's been three long days since Mike Parker has gotten any sleep and, lying flat-out on the floor in his room, he can hear every. single. sound. in De Chima Residence #002.

Every. Single. Sound.

Including that ~~forlorn deer bleating noise~~ jingle Will's communicator makes when it gets a new call or text. That jingle that carries on for a bit when Will doesn't answer the communicator.

That jingle that keeps jingling every couple of hours.

The jingle that jingles yet again late Monday night. Mike finally scrambles up to his feet and marches down the hall to give Will a piece of his mind.

He raps quickly and lightly on the door and then thrusts said door open and leans right in.]

You playin' hard to get or what?

[... Or what, apparently. Only Gunther is there to greet him.]

Will? [Mike wanders on in to Will's room, confused and suspicious. There is Will's dog and there is Will's communicator and Will is... somewhere... else???] Ohhh Willll...?

[Mike scoots sideways toward Will's bed, scans the room one last time, and then bends low to look under the bed. Will? ... Nope.

Maybe in the closet? ... Nope.

Bathroom. ... Nope.]

Huh. [Will... must be out. Doing something. Maybe something important! Sure seems weird of him to leave both the communicator and the dog behind, though.

Oh well.

Mike goes to take his leave of Will's room, but not before pocketing his roomie's communicator and motioning for Gunther to follow him out.]

[Will hasn't even bothered to change his communicator's background. Jesus. Mike makes a note to fix that as he checks Will's messages.

Somebody's sending him texts. Somebody... named Abigail, apparently. A girl then.

A girl with a really weird sense of humor.]

Who's Abigail? [He asks the bearded dog sprawled out over his lap.] She says to give you a kiss from her. Yeah, I can see Will doin' that but not gonna happen with me, buddy. ... Hey, don't look at me like that. Oh, come on, not with the eyes...

[With a grimace, he kisses the palm of his hand and reaches out to pat the kiss on Gunther's head. Oh, gross, nasty, there. Will owes him for that.]

[Will owes him big.

Twelve hours later. The girl is like freaking out. She's got some doctor involved? She apparently stopped by? And there is still no sign of Will Graham anywhere. What the ever-lovin' hell is going on.

Mike makes a special trip out of his room to search most of the house for Will. He even slinks outside and checks the yard and the woodline for any sign of Will or Will's body. Who knows, maybe the coyotes got him?

Or he's just off doing his own thing. Maybe he needed a break from Miss Texts-A-Lot. Who is this gal, anyway? Second girlfriend? Ohhh, maybe Freddie found out and offed him...

...

Nah. He's probably out somewhere, fishing or something.

Mike should cover for him, in that case. Friends cover for each other.]

You can stop texting now.

[He can do this. He can be Will Graham for a text or two if it means precious silence and no more alarming messages. Spelling and capitalization okay, all right... Like... being back in school...

He'll stick to small words, it'll be fine.]

[ wtf?????????????????????????????????????????????????? ]

Where are you?

So I can punch you.

[ ????????????????????????????????? ]

[Oh man.]

I'm very busy right now.

[Squint.]

Abigail.

What.

[ /assumes that is a question/scolding. ]

[Shaking his head at Will's communicator here.]

What what.

I'm busy.

Very busy.

I'm sorry.

[Helpless glances at Gunther as if the dog might know how to handle this.]

Why did you say my name?

Text.

Whatever.

Why are you being a jerk?

Is Hannibal back?

I'm not trying to be a jerk.

I'm just trying to get you to understand.

I'm very busy.

I haven't been this busy in a long time.

[If he keeps repeating this point, she will surely go away!!! Right, Gunther?]

I said your name so that you knew the text is for you.

Abigail.

Like that.

You're texting me. Who else would the text be for?

Nevermind.

[ will probably decided that he is actually mad at and disgusted with her and just doesn't want to deal with her when she is upset. that makes sense.

she should have expected it, really. he put a good college try into it, but she's not incredibly surprised he doesn't want to having anything to do with her anymore. (isn't it cute how she extrapolated that from this series of texts?) she doesn't want anything to do with herself either.

it makes sense. ]

I'll just

Leave you alone.

[ gpoy. ]

Bye.

[For Freddie? For Hannibal, whoever that is? A third lover? A dude this time?

Mike breathes out a heavy sigh of relief and starts to put Will's communicator aside- but no. No, he should send one last text. He can't risk saying he loves her or anything. No way of knowing what stage her and Will's relationship is in, if love has gotten tossed around yet. Could just be a casual thing. He will keep it casual.]

Okay.

Thanks.

Goodbye, Abigail.

[Will would totally say goodbye and not see you later, right?

Whew, so glad that worked out.]

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hi this is will('s communicator)

wow lying to will's baby deer u monster

offers the baby deer drugs to make everything better

gurl u in danger

death by weird dog guy

that could be either of them tho

death by weird fbi dog guy

welcome to baltimore, tbh.

moves back to new jersey promptly