[How charismatic, Will thinks, even if he's always aware of just how very much the opposite of that he is. The guy who lingers in the doorway like he's ready to bolt, the guy who'd rather stay at home than do anything else, the guy who no one goes to for advice because he's just that distant. He's not intimidated so much as made, yet again, how aware of his awkward nature he is, and it takes a moment before he realizes what other parties are being talked about as he makes sure the grip of his handshake is firm but not too much.]
The other parties don't have any objection, no. [The other parties will do anything for bacon, after all, and he moves aside with the door open to let Albus in, eyes moving from one dog to the other—besides Samantha, there's a mostly-white, medium-sized mutt in the corner. He's kept himself at two, just for now. The room's rather lived in but clean, and his desk is overtaken with little bundles of feathers and bits for making fishing lures. It's the messiest thing about it, other than a toy in the shape of a stuffed frog that is one frantic bite away from losing its leg.] The little one's Samantha, the other one is Walter. You can have a seat in the chair if you want. Or stand, whichever you prefer.
kept inside a heart-shaped box in the freezer for a week
The other parties don't have any objection, no. [The other parties will do anything for bacon, after all, and he moves aside with the door open to let Albus in, eyes moving from one dog to the other—besides Samantha, there's a mostly-white, medium-sized mutt in the corner. He's kept himself at two, just for now. The room's rather lived in but clean, and his desk is overtaken with little bundles of feathers and bits for making fishing lures. It's the messiest thing about it, other than a toy in the shape of a stuffed frog that is one frantic bite away from losing its leg.] The little one's Samantha, the other one is Walter. You can have a seat in the chair if you want. Or stand, whichever you prefer.