ic contact 2 mask or menace

[infomodder]

"Gone fishing."

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

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone, previous contact post can be found here ]

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[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'.

[infomodder]

[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.]

[infomodder]

[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.]

[lackey]

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

[infomodder]

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.

[infomodder]

[Heh, Mike gets a small laugh at the idea of a Christmas palm tree. Will's not even sure what they'll get but considering April is April it's bound to be...not traditional.]

Suppose that's what matters. Not what or how you decorate, just that you get into the spirit.

[lackey]

[Evergreen clipped into the shape of a raccoon, maybe.]

Yep. Anyway, I'd better get goin'. [Wants to talk one moment, has to go the next.] Take care of yourself, Dances with Dogs.

[infomodder]

[HIGHLY POSSIBLE

Also whoa wow did he just get a special name is he one of Mike's people, wow. He should probably not reply with something like "You too, Comanche," though. Desperately white, that.]

You too, Mike. Have a merry Christmas.

[BETTER, BETTER.]

[lackey]

[Yeah, in some places, talk like that will get you shot in the knee.]

You too. Your present will be at the shop so make sure to stop by there at the end of the month.

[If you're not dead then. :(]

[infomodder]

You didn't — I —

[don't know what to say to that!!! apparently. Damn it, Mike!]

April and I are going out of town for New Year's. But if you stop by any time in January, I'll have something waiting for you too.

[He'll get better :(]

[lackey]

[Dude, Will, it's just a Christmas present and friendship and shit.]

Okay. January. I'll call you again then and... we can see when our schedules line up.

[Packs band-aids and beard oil in with present. :(]

[infomodder]

Sounds good. See you around, Mike.

[The most bro of all bros :C]