ic contact 2 mask or menace

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"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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[Mike's eyes follow the hamster. That sure is a fuzzy rodent thing in a rolly ball. Will gets an extra look. Why this, Will? Why is your house like a clown car, only with a wide variety of animals instead of clowns?]

It's definitely not a cool death. [Dumb to cool, getting murdered by your bro in the woods is solid dumb. But...]

Maybe a two. Could have been more dumb. Could have been like a dumb accident. Trip on somethin'... [Maybe a fuzzy rodent thing in a rolly ball.] ... Fall and die.

[Yeah, that's less cool than death by friend hug.]

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[Because April was sad one day so Will bought her hamsters. This was the most rational and romantic thing to do, obviously.

Dumb. Mike considers his death dumb, just a step above falling down the stairs or passing out in the bathtub. For a man who made his last act one of the most anticlimactic murder/suicides he could think of, that gets at him. Under his skin. Will hadn't minded dying in ways that people could look at and go "okay?" And he doesn't consider that sort of betrayal dumb at all.

He's been on both sides of it.

Will glances at the hamster after Mike does, worries his bottom lip between his teeth a few seconds after Mike finishes, and nods his head once.

Then he goes to the fridge and withdraws a nice beer, pulling out a bottle opener from the drawer next to it. Not gas station or convenience store beer, something a step up. Didn't cost an arm and a leg but it ain't cheap shit.

The lid pops up in a fluid, polished movement. Will has opened beer bottles before.

Without asking or any hesitation, he extends that bottle directly to Mike.

Drink to his death, drink to the truth coming out, doesn't matter.

This calls for a Goddamn drink.]