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deadboywalking) wrote2021-09-01 06:36 pm
deadboywalking) wrote2021-09-01 06:36 pm
contact post 2.0
(any IC contact for will goes here~)
(any IC contact for will goes here~)
woahhhh we're gonna skip right over 36 months?
scandalous
i didn't forget on purpose is what i mean
i wouldn't ever forget something that important
scandalous
i didn't forget on purpose is what i mean
i wouldn't ever forget something that important
time is a construct and an illusion, right? mr. clarke said that once. i think.
no idea what it means, but it sounds right
do you wanna like
do something?
no idea what it means, but it sounds right
do you wanna like
do something?
yeah but i think he was just trying to justify keeping us late
[Is it weird that their science teacher is in like the top ten people he misses from home?]
and idk i was kind of trying real hard to plan something but
it's hard without the roller rink or the diner or the movie theater
i did get you a gift though
[Is it weird that their science teacher is in like the top ten people he misses from home?]
and idk i was kind of trying real hard to plan something but
it's hard without the roller rink or the diner or the movie theater
i did get you a gift though
well, it definitely worked. we were always there late.
[Top five, at least. Mr. Clarke was and is the greatest. If he'd been in Deerington, they would've figured stuff out in two weeks, tops.]
yeah this town doesn't have as much fun things to do
more like
creepy buildings and stuff
you did? what is it?
[Top five, at least. Mr. Clarke was and is the greatest. If he'd been in Deerington, they would've figured stuff out in two weeks, tops.]
yeah this town doesn't have as much fun things to do
more like
creepy buildings and stuff
you did? what is it?
says who?
the government???
don't listen to the GOVERNMENT
can i open it right now
the government???
don't listen to the GOVERNMENT
can i open it right now
okay okay you've worn me down
you're a master manipulator and i'm begging for mercy
it's under the bed
wrapped in that towel that we used to mop up tomato soup
[And inside that old soupy towel is a paper bag, containing two (2) soft leather gloves and one (1) long, red scarf, both with magical anti-corruption properties. Accompanying them is an embarrassingly sappy note that Mike is sort of glad he's not home to see Will read.]
you're a master manipulator and i'm begging for mercy
it's under the bed
wrapped in that towel that we used to mop up tomato soup
[And inside that old soupy towel is a paper bag, containing two (2) soft leather gloves and one (1) long, red scarf, both with magical anti-corruption properties. Accompanying them is an embarrassingly sappy note that Mike is sort of glad he's not home to see Will read.]
yeah i am duh
you knew that already
[Will is honestly sort of glad Mike isn't home to see his reaction to said embarrassingly sappy note, because it also involves a lot of embarrassingly sappy things like grinning and hiding his face in his pillow and potentially screeching in delight.
Then:] are you at the pizza place?
you knew that already
[Will is honestly sort of glad Mike isn't home to see his reaction to said embarrassingly sappy note, because it also involves a lot of embarrassingly sappy things like grinning and hiding his face in his pillow and potentially screeching in delight.
Then:] are you at the pizza place?
it'll be like home. we spill a lot of tomato stuff, yaknow
[Will's going to come bounding into the pizza place within like ten minutes, new scarf and gloves and his hair all mussy and just BELLOW:] MIKE~!?
[You are the only two people in the building you absolute dumbass.]
[Will's going to come bounding into the pizza place within like ten minutes, new scarf and gloves and his hair all mussy and just BELLOW:] MIKE~!?
[You are the only two people in the building you absolute dumbass.]
Will!
[He's not even calling from some far-off, back room - the place is literally all one big space, with the makeshift oven in the back and a scattering of chairs up front. The yelling is just for laughs, as Mike looks up from the counter and waves. True to his word, tomato sauce is pretty much everywhere, making the scene look a bit like something from a vampire movie.
Man, remember movies?]
I added more sugar, this time. Taste it.
[He sticks out a wooden spoon, splattering more sauce onto the floor.]
[He's not even calling from some far-off, back room - the place is literally all one big space, with the makeshift oven in the back and a scattering of chairs up front. The yelling is just for laughs, as Mike looks up from the counter and waves. True to his word, tomato sauce is pretty much everywhere, making the scene look a bit like something from a vampire movie.
Man, remember movies?]
I added more sugar, this time. Taste it.
[He sticks out a wooden spoon, splattering more sauce onto the floor.]
[Will huffs out a laugh, nudging the door behind him with one foot and side-stepping the chairs to lean over the counter. He arches both eyebrows at Mike, then licks at the spoon cautiously.
Then he looks genuinely surprised.] Woahhhh, you were right. [He'd firmly expressed his belief that, since tomato sauce is savory, there's no sugar in it. But he's now a believer.] It tastes exactly like the stuff back in Deerington.
Then he looks genuinely surprised.] Woahhhh, you were right. [He'd firmly expressed his belief that, since tomato sauce is savory, there's no sugar in it. But he's now a believer.] It tastes exactly like the stuff back in Deerington.
[Will bites at Mike's hand, playfully, then rubs at his chin with a sleeve. His eyes go wiiiide.] Ice cream has salt in it? Since when?
[Micycle Wheels, we both know Will is not the rabid one in this relationship, how dare you. Will gasps, covering his nose with a gloved hand and looking deeply offended.]
Pioneers made ice cream? Like, on the Oregon Trail? [Sure, why not.] Are you gonna do ice cream here? Or any kind of dessert?
Pioneers made ice cream? Like, on the Oregon Trail? [Sure, why not.] Are you gonna do ice cream here? Or any kind of dessert?
[Will looks mildly offended.] Yeah, it's cold outside. He's my Omen. [Which of these is a better reason, William?]
Like beef jerky? Gross. [Will, of course, assumes every word is the gospel truth. He could look it up, but that would mean he doubts Mike's endless wisdom. And he would never.
Then he pauses, absently looking down at the sauce-splattered counter and dragging a finger through it.] Who...would you wanna hire?
Then he pauses, absently looking down at the sauce-splattered counter and dragging a finger through it.] Who...would you wanna hire?
[There's like three seconds where Will doesn't get the joke and looks bewildered and perturbed. But then it lands, and he breaks into a laugh, rolling his eyes and reaching out to shove lightly at Mike's shoulder.]
Stop that. I'm being serious! Like, if you don't...y'know, if this is your thing, I don't wanna...I dunno. [Another shove. He's not blushing, shut up.<]
Stop that. I'm being serious! Like, if you don't...y'know, if this is your thing, I don't wanna...I dunno. [Another shove. He's not blushing, shut up.<]
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