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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[wizzardly]

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.]

[wizzardly]

[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.]

[wizzardly]

[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?

[infomodder]

[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.