You really are a vital part of my life, Will. Of our lives.
[ The words are heartfelt, although that doesn't mean she won't throw Will to the proverbial wolves if it meant her and Chilton getting ahead. That is the type of sweetheart she is.
Still his fierce loyalty and devotion to Chilton are important to her. They will be that extra bit of protection necessary to keep Chilton safe should she fail to do so herself. ]
I am a little confused, though. Where are you? And what is it that he sent you to do?
[Well, that hits hard. Those who make Will a vital part of their lives or who Will considers a vital part of is have the tendency to run out of vital signs. But it's different here, isn't it? They've been granted additional help in regards to keeping themselves in one piece, and the particular shadow that roamed Will's side and did the most damage is no longer present. If that's how she truly feels...where's the harm?]
I'm... [A mumbled start, a quick stop. He intends to digest her sweetheart words by ignoring them (or, at least, not bringing them up), but that doesn't mean she hasn't taken him off guard. A moment to collect himself while Raina can hear that little fire crackling around something—miracle he didn't drop whatever he's outdoor grilling straight into the damn thing.] Oklahoma. Or Texas. Been a while since I've seen a road sign, but I'm. Making my way to Albuquerque. One of Frederick's patients has...lashed out and run off. He's asked me to find him and bring him back.
[Particular phrasing. He's asked not I'm going to. Good ol' Frederick tugged the leash, snapped his fingers, waved the scent, and let Will run all over the board.
He does his own thing once he gets out of sight, that part of him is completely predictable.]
[ Raina furrows her brows. Chilton mentioned this. ]
The patient. The problem patient.
[ And then anger surges inside of her. ]
He has you running out after him?
[ There's a moment where she debates keeping this to herself. Maybe Will doesn't need to know. But screw it. Will does need to know what a fucking jackass Frederick Chilton is! ]
This whole deal with the devil? That hinges around his "problem patient." So while you are out there doing the leg work, he's here enlisting some other power to do the same. At least that's what I'm guessing. He only mentioned the patient was a part of the deal, but he never said exactly what he wanted.
[He should, probably, be a little pissy about this. He will be later, on some level, but now he can't help being almost amused by it. Frederick not telling him pieces of information that Will would consider important? He's totally used to it—and he'll do the same in return if he feels he should, or has to, or if he fucking wants to, really. He might owe Chilton in his own weird way but he doesn't owe him everything. His debt isn't one that means he'll lick his boots and grovel. He's capable of being borderline rude and keeping his own secrets and being petty and if Chilton doesn't want to dwi then he can stop being the same to Will!!!]
I first thought Jesus Christ, but that feels over the line, context considered. [Ha ha ha, except Will says this in the way that implies he doesn't particularly care since he isn't religious, assumes Raina isn't, either. But they can be cultured individuals who respect the names of the holy and sacred, right? Super cultured, very elite, much learned—] I could always set a bag of flaming dog shit on his porch when I get back to give him a hard time about this, only...I assume you might not want that on your porch, too. If there's anything I can do aside from talk to him, let me know, okay?
[he can provide so many bags of flaming dog poo tho like just say the word girl tell him if his assumption is wrong dog poo on fire EVERYWHERE they can add salt and sulfur and stuff and make him think it's lucifer and break them up that way
[ That does break her anger a little. It earns a laugh if only because it's about the most absurdly unexpected form of punishment. Effective but unexpected to hear. ]
I will keep that in mind. Thank you, Will.
[ Raina certainly appreciates what he's offering to do. ]
We'll be in touch. And....let me know, if you can? If you convince him not to sign.
[Ever a fan of this for that, her laughter sparks the same from him, too. Genuine laughter, good in nature...nothing that sounds like he's cracking.]
I will definitely give you a full report after, if there's anything to give. [By which he means, of course, if there's anything to give that he imagines Chilton might not be eager to share. As long as that won't piss off Chilton in Will's direction, naturally. So...there may be either nothing to report or she'll get something super boring. Sorry, hot lips, bros from Baltimore before literally everyone else.] Have a good night, Raina.
[Give Chilton a kiss with a fish fist for him, please and thanks, xoxo.]
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[ The words are heartfelt, although that doesn't mean she won't throw Will to the proverbial wolves if it meant her and Chilton getting ahead. That is the type of sweetheart she is.
Still his fierce loyalty and devotion to Chilton are important to her. They will be that extra bit of protection necessary to keep Chilton safe should she fail to do so herself. ]
I am a little confused, though. Where are you? And what is it that he sent you to do?
[ Raina wasn't clued in on that part. ]
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I'm... [A mumbled start, a quick stop. He intends to digest her sweetheart words by ignoring them (or, at least, not bringing them up), but that doesn't mean she hasn't taken him off guard. A moment to collect himself while Raina can hear that little fire crackling around something—miracle he didn't drop whatever he's outdoor grilling straight into the damn thing.] Oklahoma. Or Texas. Been a while since I've seen a road sign, but I'm. Making my way to Albuquerque. One of Frederick's patients has...lashed out and run off. He's asked me to find him and bring him back.
[Particular phrasing. He's asked not I'm going to. Good ol' Frederick tugged the leash, snapped his fingers, waved the scent, and let Will run all over the board.
He does his own thing once he gets out of sight, that part of him is completely predictable.]
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The patient. The problem patient.
[ And then anger surges inside of her. ]
He has you running out after him?
[ There's a moment where she debates keeping this to herself. Maybe Will doesn't need to know. But screw it. Will does need to know what a fucking jackass Frederick Chilton is! ]
This whole deal with the devil? That hinges around his "problem patient." So while you are out there doing the leg work, he's here enlisting some other power to do the same. At least that's what I'm guessing. He only mentioned the patient was a part of the deal, but he never said exactly what he wanted.
[ A pissed off huff. ]
Unbelievable.
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I first thought Jesus Christ, but that feels over the line, context considered. [Ha ha ha, except Will says this in the way that implies he doesn't particularly care since he isn't religious, assumes Raina isn't, either. But they can be cultured individuals who respect the names of the holy and sacred, right? Super cultured, very elite, much learned—] I could always set a bag of flaming dog shit on his porch when I get back to give him a hard time about this, only...I assume you might not want that on your porch, too. If there's anything I can do aside from talk to him, let me know, okay?
[he can provide so many bags of flaming dog poo tho like just say the word girl tell him if his assumption is wrong dog poo on fire EVERYWHERE they can add salt and sulfur and stuff and make him think it's lucifer and break them up that way
this is their design]
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I will keep that in mind. Thank you, Will.
[ Raina certainly appreciates what he's offering to do. ]
We'll be in touch. And....let me know, if you can? If you convince him not to sign.
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I will definitely give you a full report after, if there's anything to give. [By which he means, of course, if there's anything to give that he imagines Chilton might not be eager to share. As long as that won't piss off Chilton in Will's direction, naturally. So...there may be either nothing to report or she'll get something super boring. Sorry, hot lips, bros from Baltimore before literally everyone else.] Have a good night, Raina.
[Give Chilton a kiss with a
fishfist for him, please and thanks, xoxo.]