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[infomodder]

Catch all IC contact post for Will Graham at asgardeventide
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[Note: Will is unlikely to use video unless there is a good need for it. He'd be more inclined to do text until he's made a substantial recovery and becomes more comfortable with voice.]

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[infomodder]

[No, no, this is good—if he can go back and forth with her, can make her laugh more, lift the spirits, relieve stress, things could be. Better. For a little bit.

He's had his own run-ins with Moriarty; he wouldn't be surprised to find them comparable in more ways than one.]

Is this happening? This scampi happening. You can try to get me in the fish puns—anyfin is possible if you don't trout yourself—but you're getting in the deep end now, Ellie.

[It never ends.

Oh God, it never ends.

He sounds too pleased with it to want it to end, deep or shallow.]

[tonsofpun]

[And Ellie promptly laughs until she can't make anything but small gasping sounds, face in her hands, shoulders shaking.

She's needed this laugh.]

Oh goddamn. Fuck, Will, it hurts-

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[Will's grateful again for the magic here because if he was in the state he'd be in back home, had he lived, laughing wouldn't be painless. Hers sounds a little painful, but in the good, not because her organs are rattling around way.

So he waits for her to get a better grip, quiet, biding his time until it seems she's back together, and then, quietly:]

No, no. Coddamn, if we're sticking with the theme.

[tonsofpun]

[There she goes again, until she's wiping her eyes, wheezing.]

Why didn't you tell me you were a punster too? We could've skipped all that awkward shit. Maybe even the yelling.

[infomodder]

Didn't think to tack that on. Actually a better title than mine.

[Just about anything is a better title than his.]

That what you are? You want an Official Punster badge? I could make you one.

[tonsofpun]

... yeah. Make me a badge.

[She's entirely serious, too. It had better be awful.]

[infomodder]

[He goes quiet, puzzling it out. He's already got the design in mind (go figure), but there's one thing...]

What's your last name?

[He's entirely serious, too.

She is going
to get
the most awful badge
ever]

says word of god

[tonsofpun]

[Sloooow grin.]

Williams.

god bless

[infomodder]

I'll have something fixed and ready to wear within the week. Let you know when it's finished.

[It's happening, and if she doesn't wear it, he won't be insulted.

Because it's going to be tacky as fuck.]

[tonsofpun]

Is it going to be awful? Please say it's gonna be awful. I'll put it on my backpack.

[infomodder]

It's gonna be hideous. Already got it all figured it out.

[The worst he can make it, that's what it's going to be.]

[tonsofpun]

Just don't cover it in glitter. That shit gets everywhere.

[She'd still wear it.]

[infomodder]

[The idea of working with glitter is...well, glitter is a happy medium, isn't it. No.]

Not touching glitter with a ten-foot pole. There's not gonna be any glitter, don't worry about that.

[tonsofpun]

[SHUT UP WILL.]

Now I'm excited. We'll call it a... happy late birthday present or some crap like that.

[infomodder]

[RUDE]

Whatever works for you works for me.