[What is he now, Map Man? She gets a look cast her way as he detaches, empty of any real offense at being ordered around or made to put in physical effort. His getting up is a little more calculated than it used to be, but April has hamsters to focus on and she's the one person who deals with that hideous mark on his gut almost as much as Will does, no point in him playing big and brave and untouchable.]
It's not just a spur of the moment thing. [It's blurted out, even if it's quieter than it needs to be. Will's actually thought about moving out, moving in (mostly) alone before, just never knew when to drop it. Apparently the time to drop it is when he sits back down with a map of Heropa, a bottle of already opened wine (there are glasses, somewhere; he doesn't care to find them), and a dart. Why do they have darts? Hell if Will knows. Hell if he cares.] I've been curious about what you'd do if you had a whole place to decorate. [Pop goes the cork, the bottle gets handed over as he lays the map out.] Didn't think you'd leave it up to me...plaid wardrobe's enough, don't need any of that on the walls.
[He's not as awful at interior design as he's putting up right now, but honestly: what would April do if she had a larger space of her own to do whatever the hell she wanted with it? Will's not sure.
He's sure, however, that he needs to find out from personal experience.]
[ It's a good thing he didn't care to find the glasses, because April isn't much for using them. Hamster in one hand, she takes a swig from the bottle with the other before putting trading the wine for a dart. A moment of consideration, then she slowly, without the help of hand, gets to her feet. It was only proper to spin a few times before throwing the dart that will decide the immediate future. ]
[Will watches, lifts a hand out in case she wants some help getting up, but he knows that hamster is going to be okay. Hamsters are animals, better than people. Now, if she had the deed to his shop in her hand or something else, maybe he'd feel a hint of concern. As it is, nah.
Maybe he'd feel a hint of concern if that "threat" was something he took seriously, but nah to that one, too.]
I'm cool with whatever you decide on.
[So supportive. So unconcerned, even about where that dart lands. They can get shitfaced drunk, Will can move it sometime during that process if it lands somewhere ridiculous, and no one has to be any the wiser. Or they can just come to the conclusion maybe it wasn't the best aim in the first place later on and pick whatever they want, regardless where that dart lands. So many options.
And yes. That's the house of his dreams right there. Perfect.]
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It's not just a spur of the moment thing. [It's blurted out, even if it's quieter than it needs to be. Will's actually thought about moving out, moving in (mostly) alone before, just never knew when to drop it. Apparently the time to drop it is when he sits back down with a map of Heropa, a bottle of already opened wine (there are glasses, somewhere; he doesn't care to find them), and a dart. Why do they have darts? Hell if Will knows. Hell if he cares.] I've been curious about what you'd do if you had a whole place to decorate. [Pop goes the cork, the bottle gets handed over as he lays the map out.] Didn't think you'd leave it up to me...plaid wardrobe's enough, don't need any of that on the walls.
[He's not as awful at interior design as he's putting up right now, but honestly: what would April do if she had a larger space of her own to do whatever the hell she wanted with it? Will's not sure.
He's sure, however, that he needs to find out from personal experience.]
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So you're gonna be cool with 'sex dungeon' chic?
[ It will not be sex dungeon,chic. Really, any house of April's is likely just going to be an extension of her current room. Weird odds and ends and 100% focused on making the animals happy. Will's help will be most needed for making it a dog palace as well. ]
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Maybe he'd feel a hint of concern if that "threat" was something he took seriously, but nah to that one, too.]
I'm cool with whatever you decide on.
[So supportive. So unconcerned, even about where that dart lands. They can get shitfaced drunk, Will can move it sometime during that process if it lands somewhere ridiculous, and no one has to be any the wiser. Or they can just come to the conclusion maybe it wasn't the best aim in the first place later on and pick whatever they want, regardless where that dart lands. So many options.
And yes. That's the house of his dreams right there. Perfect.]