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[Will has just put things back on the counter in easy reach of Mike when the exception of Jeff hits. He actually laughs. Not at Mike, never. Amusement, he's in on the joke. Not really, he has no idea what's brought them together exactly, but. "In" enough to appreciate it.]

If Jeff comes limping back with a dog bite in need of treatment, that's all he'll get. [No secrets will be spilled, he's got Mike's back there. Assuming Mike hasn't been up front about that particular power with Jeff, of course. If he has been then. Well. Jeff will be singing a different tune when he limps back, no doubt.] I hope Jeff living here won't discourage you from stopping by more often now you know where to go.

[Where he can get away from those damn outside people.]

[Guess who gets notified the moment anyone realizes there is mail in the mail box at the shop? That's right, it's Will. Which means he hoofs it over as soon he gets the call (at least an hour after Dorian's come and gone, what is he even paying these people for). The first thing he does is take the envelope aside and plop down with the security camera footage and an ice cream sandwich. Because he deserves one, damn it, and hasn't been stocking up for house groceries. Chocolate is his friend. Chocolate will never try to eat him back.

It really is, he thinks a few minutes later after watching the come, go, come back. After opening the folder. After reading my tastes. Will glances to the torn wrapper to the side. What does he know about tastes? About the tastes of angels who'd leave him severed body parts, human or otherwise? Well well.

Later that afternoon, not that he expects his angel to come fluttering back so soon, he replaces it with a thin, quaint folder. It's the sort of plaid one would expect of a house gown, the mark of a recipe book that has the potential to pass from one generation to the next. Except it's new, so there's only one page carrying the first recipe. Will has gone the extra mile here. The paper has been stained with coffee and is frayed, looks far older than it actually is. Something old, something new, nothing blue. Not yet. Will's part of their courtship has only just begun. Wouldn't do to overwhelm.

Will's handwriting is not so neat this time around. Still legible but what would be expected of writing a recipe, nothing more important than that. The top has LOMO SALTADO written, underlined twice in a loose curve. It follows the traditional recipe to a fine art, of course, though Dorian will notice the asterisk at marinated strips of sirloin, beef steak, or pork* regarding what meats to use. If he follows all the way to the bottom, there's the note he's surely looking for. In that same script, no change to indicate anything out of the norm is coming on, Dorian will find something he might not expect.

*Long pig will also suffice. Take care not to frighten any meat you choose, otherwise there will be a noticeably acidic taste. If possible, make the selection a rude one.

In the back section Will has stuffed a business card. On that is his real note.]

To your tastes?

[So there's that.]

[ See this is what happens when nobody tells Dorian about unintentional cannibalism, there's definitely a moment or two when he reads the paper and just thinks what the fuck is this.

Because seriously. What the fuck is this. He knows what long pig is, how the hell has cannibalism entered into the equation? This is entirely unexpected but so wonderful in a different kind of way, congrats Will you are more fucked up than Dorian had intended! Cannibalism, though...he's got to wonder how much of that is him trying to make Will paranoid and how much of that is massive, massive issues that he didn't even know Will Graham had to begin with. Congrats bro, you are now 100% more interesting.

Of course, then there's the matter of choosing the 'meat.' Because hot damn does Dorian want to see how far this goes (though eating people??? gross, he don't wanna do that). He wants to see just how Will's going to respond to this and to what lengths he's going to go to, but at the same time, he wants to keep as many people out of this as possible (so must Will, after all, this has been kept on the down-low pretty well). Logically, in Dorian's mind, there's only one option even though he miiiiiight not like said option. Dorian's response is on a nice piece of generic stationary, put in an envelope and shoved in the mailbox in like the middle of the night. ]

To my tastes.
As for the selection, I pick Dorian Gray.

[ look, it's the way he can best keep it between themselves. besides, Dorian's pissed off like half the people here, he KNOWS he is a rude selection to begin with. ]

[Mike's a little relieved when Will laughs. So Will understands why a man might want to turn into a dog and bite Jeff Winger. He's aware of Jeff's... Jeffness. That's good.

But then it comes to the other subject. Mike scuffs his foot against the floor.]

I'm... gonna be busy for a while. Gonna... have a lot to do. [Can't stop by, super busy!!] What do you think about... lookin' after the dog for me?

[Pretends him walking out with that dog was ever an option in an attempt to distract Will. Look, Will, a dog in need!]

[In the silence, she almost thinks they've been disconnected and feels a prickle of relief when Will begins speaking again. Not that it lasts long given what he has to say.]

I hate this. Waiting. [Elsa has always been a doer, but there's nothing to do here except wait. For an opportunity or a rescue, whichever comes first.]

[Ah, Mike, and his mysterious super business. Will doesn't look put out or anything, but he has to wonder. What does it mean? What does the stopping by but then no he's too busy to stop by more often all mean? Does it go back to that time he impersonated Will while he was gone...? Hm.

Then there's a dog in need and yeah, that gets his focus.]

I can do that. [As if there was ever a question whether or not Will would take in another dog, pssh. Mike could stop by once a month with a new dog and the answer would be the same.] We got plenty of room. Food and all that. No problem, we'll take her as long as you want us to.

[Forever? Forever is good.]

You're not alone there.

[She can't be the only one in that dump thinking that the whole waiting game is a bunch of shit. And Will isn't the only one outside that dump who finds not knowing, not being able to do anything immediately as much of an insult as everything else.]

April says they've got some other Porter. Have you talked to it?

At this point i'd do just about anything to get their attention, including creepy ass whispering. I don't even think trying to seduce one'd work at this point.

[ Hah, he's so funny. ]

[Forever and ever.]

Thanks.

[He points back to the map and all its red circles.]

Money. If you're ever in a tight spot and need some cash.

[Just go digging around in Virginia. One less mystery.]

[Will looks from Mike's finger to the map. Then back, like he's clearly missed where he's pointing him to. Like he has trouble believing what he's hearing. Not because Mike is a liar, no, just...the idea of it. Does he want to know where the money's come from? Probably not.

After a few moments of confusion wherein Will obviously has no idea what to say, he defaults to this little thing known as politeness.]

Thank you. [Quiet, genuine despite the wondering why behind it all.] Little Fluffy Shithead help you dig holes?

[It's a cute image, okay.]

i like worrying about you
more

well you could always tell me what to do in that case shower or eat?

[Spoilers: Will has done neither since she left. So.]

[Aw, look at all that laughter and facepalming, it's almost a rare sight these days, especially in the last few weeks with all the shit that's been going on. Jeff's happy to smirk back at the amusement, eyes rolling with good nature because omg, Will, you adorable derp.]

I'm just screwing with you, Will. I don't honestly thing you've got a thing for me. [But Jeff sure has a thing for you, babycakes.] And even if you did, I'd be all over it. Nothing wrong with a good bromance to spice things up.

[He's not used to expressions of love from tall dudes coming from anything other than brutality, okay, give him a break. Actual bros are still a weird thing to him. Jeff isn't going to drive him up a wall to see if he'll murder somebody or try to eat him, that's just weird.]

Other than having to tell April what we've done. [He tsks like he's correcting a minor math error on a pre-test than anything else.] That whole infidelity aspect...or is that part of the spice?

[Not gonna force Will into cannibalism or murder or make him have seizures, Jeff really doesn't have to try too hard to be a good friend by Will's usual standards and he appreciates it.]

Who says she won't know from the start? She can be part of it. Watch, or join in if she'd prefer. We're all friends here, Will.

No offense, buddy, but I doubt they'd be up for what you're offering. They don't seem to consider us people.

[................unless human weapon kink is the appeal???]

Not being alone is a large part of the problem.

[Yeah, yeah, she knows that isn't what Will meant by it, but she's not feeling a ton of solidarity with her fellow prisoners at the moment.]

And no, I haven't. You can't appeal to a machine. I'd have more luck breaking one of the guards. [Although so far she has had no luck there at all.]

eat dinner in a bath
then wash the dogs

[Maybe dog catching became a super lucrative business all of a sudden!!!

Mike nods the customary you're welcome nod.]

Nah. She watched me some, but I kept her tied up to trees away from the holes 'cause I didn't want to fill up a hole and then not be able to find her and have to dig up the hole again to make sure she wasn't in there.

[He says it so seriously. Like, yeah, accidentally burying the dog and not knowing he'd done it was a real concern.

Mike reaches not for the gun or the leash but the coffee he set aside.]

I lied to you before.

[Truth-telling hour.]

genius do you want pictures as well?

[The lack of effort will take him everywhere. A lack of effort includes a lack of effort to ruin everything Will loves, so. How can Jeff go wrong here?]

Is that a hypothetical you've thought about a lot, Jeff?

[So flat, so dry, so nonchalant.]

[But April's there so she at least has someone to go to for cutting, witty commentary, right???? He's not going to say that, though. He has some sense of when not to delve into romantic moosh.]

What if the machine has control of where you are? Does anyone know?

[Good God, that's a horrifying thought. Accidentally burying the tiny princess, Mike no. Will's muted horror shifts into something like surprise, eyebrows lifting as his lips purse.]

...lied to me about what?

[Sincerely curious, nothing else. No offense, no anger. And judging by the otherwise relaxed body language, none of that is to come.]

[Nonchalant coffee sip.]

My death. It was a one. No shootout, no car chase, no explosions. Guy I'd been friends with since we were kids drove me out into the woods and killed me.

[Hopes Will feels better about his four. And... whatever number the latest death gets...]

[...oh.

Will lowers his cup first, giving Mike his full attention. Once the real horror of it all sinks in, he sets it back on the counter and runs a hand over the back of his neck as a hamster in a rodent ball joins them. The hamster will roll right into Mike's feet, bounce off, and then continue out if Mike leaves him be.]

Christ. [When words fail, swear. Mike understands that sort of politeness.] How do you figure that classifies as a one?

[Since it sounds like a damn horrible nightmare to most people, doesn't it? Childhood friend murdering them? That's sheer terror.]

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