ᴀᴘʀɪʟ's ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ (
infomodder) wrote2015-09-12 01:24 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Entry tags:
ic contact 2 mask or menace




"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 ]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVTXPUF4Oz4
He stares at the words. He sends his staff home and closes down for the day. He tends to live bait and basic repairs with the looming promise (threat?) of getting to meet his guardian angel searing his britches off. It feels like heated lead in his back pocket, conflicted about burning him or ripping his pants right open. After a few hours of doing anything to keep from idleness, he simply rips off a post-it note, pulls out an everyday use black pen, and keeps it short.]
I'll be there.
[Dropped in the box before Will meanders home. He's not even sure if trucker hat angel will return in that time to find it, but if he does, it's there. If he doesn't, Will supposes (hopes, on a certain level he can't ignore) their next communication will be in person.
And that's more exciting than any amount of body parts in the mailbox.]