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[All the kids are going off to war. At least they're familiar with it, they're not going off doe-eyed innocents. They're more competent than most people might assume. Does that make it better or worse? Doesn't matter. Shit happens. Life goes on. Better to have people who know what they're doing around, regardless of age, than the opposite.]

Okay. [Soft, accepting. Someone out there may put up a protest about Sasha heading off. Someone who isn't Will Graham.] Is there anything you need me to do while you're gone?

[If she has anything he can care for then hot damn he is all over it.]

No, I don't think I need a pass to get out of school.

[ The military will see to that, she supposes. Or... well, that's hardly important in the face of imminent danger. ]

I guess the milk and bread might go bad since I don't know how long we'll be gone. Do you want them? I don't want the food to go to waste.

Edited 2016-01-26 05:24 (UTC)

[April and he took all of Miles' yogurt and milk and the like when he Ported out, so.............]

Sure. Anything you don't want to go to waste, I'll take. Have something cooked when everyone gets back.

That sounds good! A big, filling meal when we get everyone back.

That's exactly what it will be.

[Because he refuses to fall into the mire of "what if they don't come back" and Sasha seems in that same boat. Belief this will happen. That they will all come back. Her optimism is damn near rejuvenating. Bottle that up and sell it.]

If there's anything else I can do let me know, all right? Call any time.

[Ordinarily, he might end that with "Stay safe" but that's absolutely ridiculous. So he casually drops a bomb instead. As you do when there's talk of war going around.]

And know that you're loved.

[Okay. So it's casual and also awkward because those three words are just so difficult. Close enough?]

[ She doesn't know what the outcome will be, but how can she know if she doesn't try? If any of them don't? She doesn't want to get hurt or die, and she wants to live another day in a world she truly feels free in, but she would never forgive herself if she didn't do something. ]

I don't know if we'll have downtime to talk, but I'll try.

[ Ah.

There's an air of surprise followed by silence as Sasha tries to find her words. She's not sure what it is about this situation that's bringing out these feelings in her; maybe it's because in spite of this world being at war, it was nothing like the one she's been fighting back home. It hasn't been entirely peaceful, but only now it appears the danger is very real. To think any of them could die here, a recurring thought she only had at home, changes everything. ]

I... um! I-I know and... thank you. Um, you are as well-- I mean, I love you too, Will.

[ It comes out a bit nervously, like she's caught off guard, but it's definitely sincere. These are things she never got to tell her own father before she left for the military or any of her friends before they were ported out. It's not an easy thing to say, but if she doesn't say it now, again, when might she have the chance? ]

[Well.

It took him nearly six months to tell Abigail outright. And even then, he'd done it through a Christmas card. Like a coward. Like everyone around them who had a pair of halfway functional eyes didn't know. He flubs the wording but Sasha gets it right off the bat, returns it with phrasing he'd found himself unable to form. Knocks it out of the park, too.

Perhaps this is what war is good for, if nothing else.]

I'm...glad we had this talk. [It's only been unsaid for, what? A year at this point? More? Lord.] I'll see you when you get back.

Me, too.

[ Who knew how frightening those words could be? But once it's out, it's like a weight off her shoulders. People don't often get to say proper goodbyes where she's from, but that's the thing here; this isn't home. There's an opportunity for almost everything. ]

I wanted to say something before leaving since... it could be a little while. Hopefully not too long. [ The hostages might not have that long. ] Be safe, okay?

So, you bending me over your knee is... are you hitting on me, Will?

[He is all over that 'something'. Spanking in the context of 'something' is his favourite. Just... not with Will, sorry bro. Sharkbait's nose, however, is totally a better way to divert his attention, following Will's gaze to stare at the snorting, snoozing bulldog.]

[There's a pause. With almost comical timing, Will tears his eyes from Sharkbait's wigglytough self, staring up at Jeff with sheer confusion. The muted sort Will always displays, of course, but it's quite obvious to anyone who knows him well he's having a moment where he doesn't understand something (or anything) and can't keep it off his face. A moment where the gears of his mind spin damn near out of control as he attempts to make sense of it...and then he actually laughs, running a hand over his face.]

Jesus Christ. [Cut up by the laughter and muffled by his hand but still easily understood. The groaned sigh isn't burdened or displeased; sounds more like a noise of relief. It's good to laugh once in a while.] That was...that was a turn of phrase, Jeff. I don't actually. I wouldn't...

[Will's corporal punishment is lethal, so. No. He'd like to not have to unleash the wrath of the lamb ever again. Especially not one someone he cared about.]

You aren't my type. You don't have to worry about...that. From me.

[His type is April. That's why he put a ring on her. Eat that, Hannibal.]

I will.

[It's not flippant, not a heh-heh joke on his name. It's a promise, as much as he can ever make one.]

You be safe, too.

Ok but if you see any invisible things outside the house, its ok. I mean fuck you can't see them because they're invisible but if you notice creepy shit. It's fine. Everything is ok.

define creepy shit

Invisible big drooling things. Sinister growling. Random destruction that looks like a fucking dinosaur went at it. Idk, just... creepy shit.

how long do you expect this creepy shit to be around?

Kinda hoping they'll go home tonight. But I guess the longest its gonna be is when we get the others back.

and what are "they"?

Dogs. Sort of.

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invisible dogs that is not fair whose got invisidogs

Someone I apparently owed a favor to. They shouldn't be here but they won't leave. But it's ok cause they're outside.

the name of someone whose apparent creepy shit dogs are being harbored on my property please and thank you

[Nooooo, Will, don't make him do it.]

You won't like it.

[Abigail is back in her grave. April is taken hostage. The kids are gone off to war. He doesn't like pretty much the majority of things right now. What's one more? What's one more when it's really a matter of respect? Will lives here, too. He deserves the minuscule amount of respect required to give him the who. He just...isn't so direct with that. He can get the answers he wants in others ways.]

i'll like it even less if you lie to me

[Jeff caves far too easily to this kind of pressure, especially from Will. He'd have given up the information eventually, one way or another.]

Lucifer. Calls them 'hell hounds'.

[Gonna find u gonna get u get u get u get u]

ok good nobody here is religious anything else i need to know about behaviors or are they fine left to themselves outside?

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