IC contact [Mask or Menace]

[infomodder]

"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone ]

Comments

[immigrantpunk]

i said casual shadiness not typing like a retard

[infomodder]

so keep all the reefer to myself is what you're saying
can do

[immigrantpunk]

where u really going to give it to me to begin with?

[Because I mean really, you were an FBI agent, are you really gonna sell to a kid? He half expects this is some kind of set up anyway. But then again... it is Will Graham.]

[infomodder]

would you have honestly messaged me if you thought that i would not have given it to you?
the answer is yes
i would
and will
though you should consider adding the word "please" to your vocabulary when you want something
it comes in handy

[Because it is a case of giving, not selling. Jayden can keep his money. Maybe use it on something that isn't pot.]

[immigrantpunk]

ok fine
will you please give me a quarter for $60
mike promised me a discount

1/3

[infomodder]

what

[infomodder]

i am not selling you anything

[infomodder]

[how is this his life]

just take it
no money involved

[immigrantpunk]

[WHAT THE FUCK]

uhhhh dude i'm not ripping off mike
that's how ppl get shot
he said u were in business together now, just take the money for him

[infomodder]

[WHAT THE FUCK IS RIGHT]

mike's wrong
we're NOT in the business together
[will and freddie are tho and that's okay #baltimore]
he left town and i salvaged what he had in his room before i moved
we are not in ANY business together
NO ONE IS GOING TO GET SHOT

[immigrantpunk]

[...]

u sure

[infomodder]

[plz don't make him question himself jayden that is so rude]

yes
i am sure

[immigrantpunk]

[WELP IF WILL GRAHAM SAYS SO IT MUST BE TRUE]

in that case can i have a half instead

[infomodder]

[why don't you just take all of it!!!! you little shit!!!!!! UNGRATEFUL ABIGAIL HOBBS-DATING CHIA PET RUSSIAN GRUMP GRUMP GRUMBLE DAD COMPLAINTS INTENSIFY]

sounds good to me
but you have to come get it
be proactive

[immigrantpunk]

[Awwwww, you love him, don't play.]

ok sure, where?

[infomodder]

[HE PUTS PEOPLE ON CAVE BEAR SKELETONS HOW IS THAT PLAYING]

the shop
ETA?

[because he shares a room now and doesn't want to imagine what could happen to a bunch of raccoons if they got into the ganja]

[immigrantpunk]

uh, gimme an hour?

[infomodder]

see you then

[Even if "an hour" isn't actually accurate, it's not like Will's going anywhere for a while. So.

Unless three hours pass without any word, he'll leave it as it is.]

[immigrantpunk]

[For showing up to score weed, he is surprisingly on time. He saunters into the shop, looking around.]

Hello?

[infomodder]

[There is temptation to turn around the hat he's wearing, but he resists. Too much effort, not enough pay off. Instead, Jayden gets a call of back here from the back room. Will is set up on the futon, going over a folder, Gunther's head in his lap and some health nut granola bar in one hand.

Jayden will probably be more drawn to the bag on the table that has no special paper wrapping, nothing to conceal what's inside it. Just failure FBI and his dog and a chunk of marijuana, nothing out of the ordinary here.]

[immigrantpunk]

[Jayden wanders in and that is definitely a giant bag of bud right there.]

...Shit, you weren't kidding.

[infomodder]

[It definitely is! And Will is definitely content and intent to stay just where he is. He looks up from whatever numbers he's jotting down only after Jayden speaks. Gunther doesn't match up with that—he's had his eyes on Jayden since the moment he came into the room. Not getting up, but his tail is starting to wiggle enough to be noticeable.]

Mike was already gone when I went back to get everything and move. [Bland, dry, there is nothing interesting here, it's totally a normal day in the neighborhood.] Didn't want anyone else to stumble in and find his stash.

[Up goes the one good shoulder. It seemed like the best course of action at the time. Granted, he was stuck with it and had to deal by either going through that with April or getting rid of it himself, but that was one minor "stress" he was more than willing to deal take on.]

[immigrantpunk]

And you're sure I can just have it? Mike isn't gonna miss it?

[He's pretty sure guys have been shanked and shot for stuff like this. #thuglife]

[infomodder]

[Why is Jaydn kid being so hesitant about this, Will's patience is wearing thin.]

I'm sure. [If anyone gets shot or shanked for this, it'll be Will. And he's already dealt with being shot and nearly disemboweled/gutted, he'll be fine. Baltimore's world has a mutation of human known as Homo recovers from fucking everything, my God. Grumble grumble, finishes off that granola bar, makes a ball out of the wrapper, and tosses it into the trash.] Wouldn't've offered if I wasn't.

[You can trust me.]

[immigrantpunk]

[Jayden is unsure if he can trust Will Graham. He's been unsure of this for awhile now. But he grabs the bag and conceals it inside his hoodie. Part of him just wants to say goodbye and leave because Will looks busy, but... he did disappear and come back injured not long ago. So he stalls by the door, shifting his weight from foot to foot, looking down.]

So, um, did you ever figure out why Yuri gave you that book?