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Really? [ she sighs in relief and absolutely beams. nice things are in short supply lately and she really, really needed a nice thing. ]

I had heels but -- [ she shakes her head, making a face. that thud was her tripping trying to put them on. walking around in them is not going to happen. ] I'll just wear my boots.

[ ie her cute little cowboy boots that she wears almost all the time anyway. you can take the girl out of the midwest, but you can't take the midwest out of the girl. ]

Edited 2014-12-14 03:59 (UTC)

[If she's going to beam, look so joyous, how can he not return it? Especially when she does, in fact, look great. Will look even better when she's in boots instead of heels because...

Well, you can take the boy out of the South, but you can't take the South out of the boy, either. Boots are going to win the war of best shoes ever every time.

Will closes the gap between them. Is there pain to his movements? Doesn't seem to be, he doesn't look it. So what if he's still got healing to do and his belly's been sliced across, Abigail is alive and happy and there is no room for pain in that situation. Not at all. He finally manages to get his hand off his hat, uses it to push some of her hair over her shoulder, off her neck. There is no need to cover up scars in this shop, but...]

Going with or without a scarf?

[The one he bought months ago wouldn't fit this particular dress. He doesn't have to be any good at fashion to realize that, and he'll never be offended if Abigail hangs his up and wears another one in its place. Hell, she could burn it and he wouldn't find it anything to get bent out of shape over.

But looking at that scar as he is now, it's pretty clear he's not aiming for her to find a way to cover it up. The opposite, actually. She doesn't need an ear or a cover up for her neck for at least one person to find her the most perfect gal wherever she may go.]

[ her eyes follow his movement, worried underneath everything, eyes flickering to his stomach as he brushes her hair back. she can't help the worry, the flash of nicholas boyle's expression, but its becoming easier to focus past it, to not think about all the blood on the kitchen floor.

will is alive and breathing and she doesn't need to dwell on anything else. focus, hobbs. ]

Without. [ she's trying for firm, but it's mostly just nervous. she failed at firm. firm was a little squishy. around the shop she does rarely have her scarf on. at home she rarely has a scarf on. with stiles or jayden or freddie or derek, she rarely has her scarf on. (there is her five people.) and she has taken to not wearing it on quick errands. but there will be a lot of people at the charity auction, presumably. and that makes it a little more difficult for her to feel firm.

she squints. is without the right answer? ]

[Without is the right answer—technically, there isn't a wrong answer, but it seems to be the right one in the way it's the answer Will was hoping for. He considers pushing her hair all the way around the other neck but drops his hand to the pocket of his shirt, tugging out his own set of keys.]

Don't know who'd put too much on Freddie just to prove a point, but it's not a bad idea to be prepared if it happens. [There goes that cash register, Will rifling around it like he doesn't know exactly how much it holds and where to find whatever he's thinking of, amount-wise.] Figure people would be more inclined to bet pennies or chewed up gum or their trash instead of real money, but this should probably cover it.

[that's $250 he sets out on the counter like no big deal

in tens and twenties

Just in case in doesn't happen and Abigail needs extra spending money...who wants to break a $100 if she stops by a ripoff IHOP or whatever else, right?

If it doesn't cover it then holy shit someone is truly psycho. Or Freddie has better friends than Will thought initially.]

[ that is still so much money to her and she eyes it warily, not reaching out to take it just yet as she tiptoes to the counter. ]

Freddie makes enemies every time she opens her mouth. Serial killers are freakishly drawn to me like I'm a beacon -- [ "beacon, like the thing that draws stuff towards it." naturally, she remembers that now, but is incapable of not thinking of bacon when it comes to beacon hills. naturally. thanks, scott mccall. she smirks briefly as the thought passes through her mind. ] -- and I still have less enemies than she does.

[ which is W O W so unfair. ]

And I put her name in so... [ so it's abigail's job to make sure she doesn't get kidnapped/murdered/won by dennis nedry. ] I can't let her not get bid on at all.

[It's fortunate he's already stuck the drawer back in place, because he ends up staring at Abigail, confused and taken aback. Not by the fact of the matter that serial killers are drawn to her. Or that she has less enemies than Freddie (don't they all at this point). No, it's her casually dropping that she stuck Freddie's name in that gets his attention the most.

Everything else is old information, like the world being round or the sky being blue.]

Did you put anyone else in?

[She

wouldn't

do that to him, right?

The invitation was just an invitation, right? He doesn't have to go because his name is in some hat or whatever the hell and he just didn't get the memo about it, right?

Right?????]

No.

[ she wouldn't have done that to him. if only because she thought he didn't want anything to do with her at the time so putting his name in the goblet of fire was the last thing on her mind. maybe she should have though, april probably would have approved. ]

Someone put Jayden in though. Not me.

[April probably would have approved, no doubt about it. While he wouldn't be grateful to know Abigail kept his name out because she thought he was cross with her (or worse—indifferent), he's grateful that he's not involved if he doesn't want to be. Choose to be.

They're getting better about that one, aren't they? It can only go uphill without Hannibal around. They'll figure it out.]

Do you already have money to bid on him with?

[The cash register key he has ends up stuck midair, neither moving to be put away in his pocket or moving to open it again. It's not that he won't fund buying the little Russian kiddo if Abigail asks. Implies. Anything that points to giving her more money. But...if they're a thing then maybe Abigail's put a little away and Will doesn't need to. That's a little more involved in her relationships than he wants to smack as eager to be. Yeah, date around! Yeah, go for that one! I'll even help you buy him.

Probably...not...the best move.]

[ she shrugs, tucking her hair back behind her ear. ]

Someone gave me a tip the other day -- I told them not to but they never listen -- so I'm just going to use that. [ which means shes not going to bid over $60 because she's a parsimonious brat and that's all her left over pocket money from her careful budgeting. since she only spends money on food and buys most of her clothes second hand, she actually winds up saving nearly all of her money. her nest egg for incidentals is pretty big. you know, in case she needs to run away for realsies and doesn't have time to whine to will for money. ]

If I don't win, it's not a big deal. [ since he will still be her boyfriend??? and she is the opposite of jealous??? freddie is a genuine safety concern she did not take into account when she signed her up. jayden is just to make sure his poor delicate teenage boy ego is not damaged by no one bidding on him. she can somehow be sweet and entirely dismissive at the same time. it's like magic. ]

[Will gets that, the idea behind it. Both not accepting tips (why would he, personally, when he could ask for something else later on that would be of more value) and it not being a big deal whether or not she wins. April would sign him up for this sort of thing and hopefully not have a concern in her head about his fidelity if he ended up going to another bidder. He wouldn't have concerns about her. If anything truly insane happened, they would have something to talk about later. A date that's won is different from a date that's wanted.

Is Jayden as confident as Abigail?

He doesn't ask that, though. Just puts his hands on the counter and acts as uninterested as he sounds. Look, he's shuffling paper around, he could not care about this auction thing at all outside of how it influences Abigail.]

Where's this thing taking place anyway?

[She's like magic. Hopefully it stays less murderous this time around.

...he's going to end up stopping by at some point, but for now, he's just tossing little things in the trash. He doesn't care nope nu uh not at all.]

[ jayden agreed to not make her sleeping with stiles a thing. that must count as some kind of confidence, right? ]

De Chima. They're doing a base jumping thing for the sick kid's fake Make A Wish foundation thing. The elves are going to be delivering presents to the pediatric cancer ward.

[ a hospital, one of abigail's least favorite places. it's easy to guess why she didn't want to be involved in that aspect of the charity event. especially on a pediatric floor, full of children who are the common culprits of pointing out her scar with their wide eyes and sticky little fingers. maybe it would be different in a hospital, surrounded by familiar plastic bracelets and egg shaped bald heads, but abigail isn't itching to test that out. ]

It's kind of sweet, little selfless kid whose last wish is to bring the joy of Christmas to someone else before he dies.

[ her nose wrinkles. she is not a completely uncaring harpy, she does mean that. it is sweet. but she dislikes christmas, possibly more than thanksgiving, and she can't always tone down the bah humbug in her soul. her mom probably had gifts stashed away in their house, but it's not like abigail got to keep those when the house was sold. maybe they sold all the gifts too, she can't be sure. but christmas is synonymous with family and abigail can't help being reminded that she doesn't have one. it puts a damper on family holidays, being an orphan. ]

[De Chima. Ha ha, he is going. He is going to at least stop by and blame that he's moving, has to go back to the old house and get things for the new if he gets caught. Yes, perfect plan. Act like he has no intention of doing anything related to it and then when he shows up claim he was just in town. Not checking in on Abigail, no. He doesn't need to shadow her every step. He doesn't want to.

Oh God. Sweet. Selfless. Holiday spirit bullshit. Will pulls out the roll of receipt paper from the machine, too little to print anything out on and in need of changing, and tosses it into the trash can behind him with less oomph than everything else that came before it.]

Sounds like it'll be a good time overall, then.

[He is not going to profile the Cancer Kids in the harshest of manners in front of Abigail Hobbs, no way no how. Fix the little machine and readjust his hat, much better.]

[ still on her tiptoes, she lifts one foot to rest against the back of her calf, like a lazy ballerina or a bird about to take flight. her shoulders lift in a shrug as she tips her head to watch him. something is off, but she can't put her finger on it so after a few moments of study and let's it go. ]

It's holiday themed. If I go to this I can say I did something festive and no one can try to drag me to anything else.

[ and after she goes shopping with derek, she can forget about the holiday completely until it happens -- when she and jayden will hopefully just be watching a movie and not doing anything christmas related so she won't have to think about it. sounds like a plan. ]

[She can look like a lazy ballerina or a bird about to take flight or anything in between as much as she wants as long as she wants. If it doesn't involve bleeding or potentially about to be bleeding, God, let her roam free. Perhaps he shouldn't feel a twinge of pride at what she says next, but damn.

That is such a good tactic.]

That's a good reason to go, too. [If it sounds like Will believes it's the best reason to go, well. She's not imagining it. Clever girl indeed. Still, it strikes him that, perhaps, people were pulling her about during Thanksgiving and...well, that's no good. He leans across the counter, hunched up more than stretched out as he would have before, fingers tapping idly on the edge before he broaches something he's sure she's had her issues with.] If anybody tries to drag you someplace you don't actually want to go, you can say just tell them no. And if they keep up...

[She can tell him, sure. And he will turn into a nearly frothing rabid mess if the situation warrants it, but that fosters more dependence than is truly healthy if she takes him up on it. They already have issues with that, on both ends. What happens if either of them leaves again? If he's disposed? Why would he try to nurture away from Abigail achieving too much independence in the face of all the knowledge about where she's had to stand with having no choice? He doesn't hear Hannibal Lecter saying it. He hears Alana Bloom saying it. Better to listen, in that case.]

...lay the boundary down a little harder.

[He shrugs a shoulder as he looks back at Abigail, trying to smack of less psychological and more along the lines of personal life experience. He's in his plaid and dumb hat and has left behind the world of the FBI and its killer catching, at least here.

Maybe.

Maybe she can tell that just because he's worked with the mind doesn't mean everything he says comes from that angle. Maybe they can not continually read between what's spoken or written with each other. This place could be better, for her. She could do so much here without certain shadows being physically present, fly farther and higher than—

Birds again.]

[ why is everything about boundaries lately? SHE DOESNT EVEN KNOW WHAT HERS ARE. the only time she realizes someone might have crossed some sort of line is when she is gutting them in the living room. she looks uncomfortable with the whole idea, dropping off her toes and clasping her hands together in front of her, somehow resisting the urge to give into her nervous habit. ]

I will.

[ probably not. ]

I should go. [ a+ subject change. ] And you should go home. The books are right for once and I'm coming in tomorrow morning to finish cleaning out the back room so there's nothing for you to do.

[ bossy. at least it doesn't come off like that, just concern and reassurance that they've got this and he can go home and rest like he is supposed to. giving her the keys was brilliant. might have turned her into a bit of a workaholic because it's such a great distraction, but her pragmatic mind is great for business. ]

[He does not mind the bossiness at all, because the moment she changes the topic, he has latched onto one thing he rarely, if ever, uses. Gets to use. Pretends like he would never use, this serious grim guy who has no idea what a smile is unless there is a dog around and no humans to witness it. He lets her finish, naturally, and slides himself along the counter to stand back up, sighing at the minor stretch as he, for all intents and purposes, seems ready to walk the hell out that door right this moment.

Go with the flow.

Follow the boss's advice.

It's a trap. Oh God.]

If you will, then... [A set of knuckles raps against the counter once as he turns to the dog on the floor, still sleeping.] ...better guess I should Will, too.

[He also will probably not.

This is also pretty terrible.

He knows. Okay. He knows. He's getting back into the game, okay? OKAY?]

[ did he just?

abigail points to the door, grinning. ] Get out.

[ and she flounces to put her boots on and not encourage him more than she already has with that smile. omg will graham. ]

[WOW NO HE IS A CRASHING WAVE HE IS A FUCKING TSUNAMI OF DOES WHAT HE WANTS HE DOES NOT TAKE ORDERS FROM ANYONE OR ANYTHING NO GOD HUMAN DEVIL ANGEL OR IN BETWEEN CAN STOP THIS DOG-FIGHTING FISHMAN WHO THE FUCK DOES ABIGAIL HOBBS THINK SHE IS

j/k he's just gonna make that face in return and watch her flounce off

he'll get out

eventually

just

you know

bless her]

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