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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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[Dramaqueen takes a deep breath through flared nostrils, fighting off the urge to get into a tizzy about the difference between mean things and true things. They're so often the same with Baltimore, and it's not really a hill Will is ever wanting to die on. Being accurate is more important than mean or nice. And he's here, too, there's that. He's here to step in if things get past a point. If he's not here? He won't know, can't care. Can't be blamed if he comes back.

His forehead bumps back against hers weakly, arms taking their place around her back.]

He'll survive if you don't, too. [That's what Baltimore does best, for the most part. But Dramaqueen's drama is starting to evaporate. The steam is running out.] And you'll survive either way because you've got a husband that loves you and a raccoon army willing to get rabies for the cause

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But it makes the rage less.

And seriously, Will. You gotta know freaking out at me on there? Waaay more of a kick in his balls than what I'm doing. I'm a mermaid vampire queen from Narnia on the internet. People'd fear him way more if I started being nice.

[She raises an eyebrow and lets her hands fall as she steps back, almost sad she'd given up that game. But it's important to Will, and while he'd gotta know it on one level it doesn't hurt to point it out. All the shit April said just got shrugged off. Her normally supportive husband drawing a line, though? Now that was a fact to take to the bank.]

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[A point he only stops to really think about now, lifting one eyebrow like he's just learned a new fact. April's not off about this at all. He understands very well how little people hear from sources they don't consider to their standards. How they'll outright mute them. How stupid that can be.

But, ugh, kick in his balls. God. If April never mentioned Frederick Chilton's balls again in any sort of context, Will could die a happy man. He tosses up a hand. Point made, enough, he gets it.]

You're right. Won't happen again. [Because if there's a next time he'll just do the actual smart thing that April did. Find her and discuss it where it can't be seen.] I promise.

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Mm.

[ She wasn't going to care if it did, not at all. But with the wedding vows had come the obligation to tell him. So. That was done. ]

If you try to seduce Jeff into not plus one-ing me, I wanna watch.

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[Up goes an eyebrow. He's void of weariness, more like this particular topic's given him a much needed second wind. His tone isn't accusatory, holds nothing negative as he comes to the most seductive conclusion.]

You just want Jeff and I all over each other for your eyes and your eyes only.

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Mm, you can be for my eyes only if you want. Jeff's got to bring in the money. He takes up all the bathroom with his product.

[Which she helped to deprive him of. So helping. See how good she can be, too?]

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[Well, well. The door is shut. And if April's properly distracted, she can't scream bloody vengeance at Frederick Chilton over the Network. Who loses here? No one. No one loses.]

If I want? [So incredulous, borderline hurt he is as he moves to close any gap.] You think I'm tempted? By Jeff?

[He is Wounded by the mere hypothetical accusation. How poorly she thinks of him, he sees now, casually draping his arms over her shoulders.]

That's not. Mm. [Not gonna fly!!!] I can't let you leave until I've made certain you know I'm not looking at anybody else but you.