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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[brushoff]

I hope those are 'bait shop and fishing so they smell horrible' overalls and not 'overalls that you'd willingly wear in public.'

[infomodder]

There is no difference between bait shop/fishing and willingly worn in public overalls.

[brushoff]

I'm going to have to buy you actual clothes, aren't I.

[infomodder]

As long as I don't wear this stuff around you, what's it matter?

[brushoff]

You might wear it around April. And really, she deserves better than fish overalls even if she made the dogs attack me.

[infomodder]

April married me knowing what to expect. You don't have to worry about her getting what she deserves.

[brushoff]

True, true. And, unlike some people, I'm sure she wouldn't hesitate telling you to your face that she hated your overalls.

[ after all, there's a reason why Dorian used Will as the example in his attempts at emotionally manipulating Sasha. ]

[infomodder]

[That's when he just takes the offending article of clothing off, but that is probably TMI. Dorian does not need to know.]

She doesn't hesitate to tell me or anyone else anything. You might have noticed.

[brushoff]

She's a spitfire. If neither of us were taken, I'd totally date her.

[ in some universe, that's a compliment ]

[infomodder]

Yeah? You think you could handle the raccoons too?

[All that fur on your fancy clothes, Dorian!]

[brushoff]

I'd whip those little fuzzy bastards into shape! Teach one of them how to iron, teach another how to vacuum, show them that the closet's off limits, I'd be a bonafide raccoon drill sergeant.

[infomodder]

They can do all that. They just don't usually do it around company.
People will start asking more of them if they know what they can do.
Which means I never told you any of this.

[brushoff]

This means that the next time I'm in your attic, I'm going to start training one of those fuzzy bastards to be my own personal manservant.
Which one was the one that I almost made a cape for? I call dibs on him.

[infomodder]

Probably EAR.
You'd better have a pile of treats if you go that route.

[brushoff]

I don't know what raccoons eat though!
Give me the runt of the litter, I'll train him instead. He can be renamed Jeeves.
(Please tell me you have one named Jeeves)

[infomodder]

No.
All the littlest ones were named by Abigail. April brought in some young ones to keep the old crew on their toes. And as a present, I think.

[Oh no, Dad sadness is invoked.]

She's been gone almost a month.
The runts are mine now.

[brushoff]

Hell. I didn't know that.

[ nice job stepping in it ]

Have you done the obligatory 'go out and get super drunk and sad'? Because if not, you've always got me to help enable terrible decisions.

[infomodder]

Hasn't been three months yet. That's our rule.

[Step in it did he ever because...]

I mostly stayed in her room for the first week. The sad part has been covered.

[brushoff]

Will, I'm your friend, so trust me when I say that you staying in her room sounds pathetic.
And kind of gross.

[infomodder]

That's grief for you.

[brushoff]

Let me take you out for a night on the town. We'll deal with grief in a more cliche manner that way.

[infomodder]

You'll have to give me time to get that suit cleaned.
How's Wednesday sound?

[The day Russia declares war and April is TAKEN isn't one Will could ever predict.]

[brushoff]

Wednesday's good with me!

[ it will probably not happen on Wednesday ]

[infomodder]

It's a date then.

[Nothing but more sadness will happen on Wednesday.]