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"Gone fishing."

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

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[That gives him pause because really? Are these worse than just...]

Can't be that bad. But there's a bathroom near the attic, just in case.

[khajidont]

Holy crap. No wonder you needed some time to get used to this place again

[Eleven. And Will was gone for, what, five years? Must not be his.

Or it is his, and he never found out about him until his return.]

So did you get married when you were back home or what?

[brushoff]

[ no, this is just Dorian being a fear monger/asshole/Dorian being Dorian. he's gonna show Will the badly written ones, of course. ]

You say that now....

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Got married, that's right. Adopted her son shortly after. Still have our wedding band tucked away just in case

[either of them ever show up he leaves off, but. Pretty obvious why he'd keep that, no?

Honestly, his death is a good thing more than ever with all these little details combined. He doesn't much care what the majority thinks of him, but he knows the idea of being alive in another world and yet coming here and going right back to April may give some of those he considers close (friends!??!!?) pause. Thank God he cliffed himself!]

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If I'm about to fall into a pit of horribly written pornographic filth starring myself and Doctor Chilton, I can't think of anyone better than you to have around.

[This is totally going to end up as bonding time.]

I'll put one of the mini fridges in the attic so we can have fresh drinks at the ready as we need them.

[brushoff]

Include a bottle of rum with those fresh drinks and I'll even debase myself by finding one starring me and someone ill-fitting.

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Done deal. [Prays for one with Miles tbh.] See you soon.

[brushoff]

See you soon—and again, thanks.

[ DorianxMiles hatefic COMING YOUR WAY, WILL. ]

[khajidont]

Of course you want to see them again but

Wouldn't that be awkward for them coming here? And for April?

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Yes it would. One reason I hope they never show up here.
There's nothing wrong with being prepared for if they do, in my book.

[lackey]

[Oh no, not the Will Graham thinking out loud tone again.]

What about those kids? On the network. They're probably not dangerous.

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Which kids?

[Thinking kids can't be dangerous is, to Will, what makes them so dangerous. But he's curious who Mike means.]

[lackey]

I don't know. The kids. Like... any of 'em. Why are they here? Did they come from worlds where everybody's a kid and there's little hero kids and little villain kids? Or did the gov save all the really kickass powers for kids so they'd have a chance?

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You're missing the part where we're kids to some of the people here, too. We've got immortals and other long-living creatures running around. Kids aren't out of place when you think about it.

[lackey]

I don't want to think about it. Kids, immortal people... Who's dangerous, who's not dangerous... I don't really care. I just wanted to keep talkin'.

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[Is this a companionship thing Will done gone and make awkward? Whoops.]

Oh—hn. [Yes, very good way to make it not awkward, starting off with the semi-grunt "I fucked up" noise, gold star.] Doing anything for Christmas?

[lackey]

[That's okay, Will, Mike probably should have gone with 'What's up?' instead of trying to talk about stuff he doesn't know or care about.]

Snowmen! I'm thinkin'. If it snows up here by then. I mean, I'm not gonna do 'em. [Totally mature grown man snicker.] Gonna make 'em. Use my brain power to move 'em around, make 'em toss snowballs at mall shoppers. I'll probably hang around as a dog so nobody suspects it's really me. What about you?

[Heels, sits, wags tail at.]

[flowerette]

Gifts? Now it's plural? Will, you don't have to spoil me.

[ Yes, you do. Keep the presents coming. ]

But I've never had a single complaint concerning this world. And I would say, it makes for a fine afterlife.

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[Mike that is harmlessly cute as shit. Good boy.]

Sitdown meals. More traditional than last year. Yours sounds like a lot of fun.

[More fun than traditional meals, possibly, judging by Will's tone.]

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[Look, he knows how to deal with people who like classy things. And maybe if he plays his cards right he'll get to see the monster she keeps for reasons other than her feeling the need to unleash it on him. If she's appeased, sated, content.]

It's not spoiling! It's Christmas.
We're in full agreement on that. Better than any sort of heaven or hell I've ever read about.

[lackey]

Family time. [Mike commiserates.] Gettin' a tree and everything?

[flowerette]

What is it like? Facing your own death? I imagine the dread of it is worse than the actual event itself.

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Might depend on how you go. Mine was bloody, cold, and wet, but it was on my terms. I was ready. Embraced what I was doing and what would happen after.
Nothing has been more freeing. I have no questions about what might be happening back home, I have no reason to want to go back for anything. Don't think about it that much, either. It's freedom, to me. Facing my death. That's why I talked about it in public.

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We are, actually. Not the usual sort of tree, I'm sure, but something similar.

[Poor Will, stuck with family. Poor Mike, stuck without family. Such a double-edged sword.]

You got a tree?

[lackey]

Palm tree? Like a small one?

[Ain't that life.]

No tree here. I'm a rebel. Gonna decorate some other stuff, though. Get into the uh... the spirit.