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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["Seems only right" well if that's not a warning bell he doesn't know what it is. His voice appropriately evens out, taking the matter seriously without any hint of judgment, accusation.]

Okay. I'm listening.

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Do you know someone named Lucifer? ...I mean you probably do, a lot of people seem to.

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[In the flattest tone imaginable:]

What about him?

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[oh, how best to phrase this?]

It's... possible he may attempt to keep tabs on me. It's entirely possible he won't either - [he really, really hopes the angel will simply lose interest] - I'm really not sure, but it wouldn't feel right, moving in without you aware of the possibility. Given that his, ah, attentions can travel.

[or worse, that he might try to drop in.]

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Duly noted. [Still flat, almost bored.] Thank you for being up front with me. Anything else?

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- You aren't worried?

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Not about him, no.

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Oh.

[what's that like?]

Um. That was about it, really. - Oh, only I was also going to ask if you had rules regarding guests. They wouldn't be terribly long visits, certainly not overnight, but Dr. Chilton does sometimes drop by.

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[Haha - what? What. Dr. Chilton does sometimes drop by for what!? Will doesn't particularly mind the man in his home, not unless certain other people are there.

Like April.

And Jeff.

Why this.]

That's fine. [He is going to have some Serious Discussion with both of them, which his voice does not at all betray.] It'll be your place, too. Only reason for us to object to anyone coming around is...well, truthfully, guy you already mentioned is the only one I've ever put a no stamp on, so to speak.

[Guest rules were pretty flexible. Be sensible, give them a head's up if someone was staying for a while, and don't invite the fucking devil through the door. Pretty easy, right?]

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Oh, good. I thought it would be - fine, I mean - since you're friends, but I did want to make sure. Otherwise, my last concern would be the Luggage, but you've already had it in your home. And it actually seemed rather taken with you and your wife, if I remember correctly.

[mostly his wife.]

- Ah. [fair. More than fair. Being. You know. the devil.] Well I... certainly wouldn't invite him.

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[since you're friends is everything and everyone just out to subtly remind Will how shitty his behind the scenes mail gifts have been, or what? Is this something that'll tickle Dorian, too? Having a patient Chilton apparently visits live with him? Will it just convince Dorian to up the ante with their little packages?

Fortunately Will's familiar with thinking extremely morbid shit while having mostly normal conversations, so none of this but why leaks through.]

Luggage is fine, too, yeah. Nobody here's a threat to it. [Didn't eat any of the animals last time it was over, Will doesn't imagine that should change. But if it does, welp. They'll cross that bridge should it ever come down.] When should we expect you back?

[Rincewind wouldn't invite him, that's good, that's enough for Will to drop the topic. For now. If things flare up then he'll deal with it as that happens but Will has been rather Done with most Lucifer business for a while now so dropping it is par for the course.]

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[he'll refrain from mentioning that other people being a concern to the Luggage was never his concern. That should really be self-evident.]

Tomorrow evening, I should think? It helps the Luggage is already packed with anything of value of mine - I, ah, just returned from a trip. [that might explain the time it took to call.] So I'll really only need to grab a small piece of furniture or two. Perhaps let one of my previous housemates know.

[much as she sometimes grated his nerves, the wizard had an odd fondness for L'arachel - she deserved a proper goodbye. The others he barely knew.]

Will that be all right?

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That will be all right, yes. What would you like for dinner?

[Hopefully Rincewind doesn't warrant other welcome home meals, like Jeff had after his murder. One to really welcome someone to the house would be great. Not that Will minds cooking, but when it gets into cooking because someone's gone through the shit...well, he appreciates that he can cook then, but he doesn't appreciate the circumstances or necessity of it quite as much.]

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[a long pause. That's a very kind thing to offer someone, to let them choose dinner; to even make them dinner in the first place. Rincewind considers this.]

...I like potatoes?

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[It'll be like a Saint Patrick's Day feast tomorrow evening, watch it.]

I can work with potatoes. [Ah, the thrum of approval.] See you then. Let me know if anything changes.