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maskormenacelogs2017-12-08 09:11 pm
infomodder) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-12-08 09:11 pm
Please don’t go I’ll eat you whole
WHO: April Ludgate and Will Graham
WHERE: Funky little shack
WHEN: Early December
WHAT: In sickness and in health, and in mild fear of the Porter.
WARNINGS: :(
It's getting cold.
Will's successfully finished getting what plants need to be inside inside and what plants need blankets for the evening covered up properly. He kicks off his boots at the door with every intention to later clean them. That doesn't matter now, though. April's off the next few days, which means chores and the like that don't serve a real, immediate need fall to the wayside. Rincewind has likely made plans elsewhere already, he thinks, or otherwise doesn't mind the potential for his housemates maybe not paying him a lot of attention. Oh well. There are worse fates to suffer. It's not like they smooch in his bed or anything.
The outer layers are shed. Two raccoons take his scarf to wind between them. Another, his beanie, to wear in the manner of a crown. Soon they are fresh on his heels, and the beanie-crowned Eduardo rides on the back of their largest dog like the trash-eating king he is.
"Hot chocolate or tea?" he asks once the parade of April's darlings makes its way into the kitchen, but not after he stops to give her forehead a kiss and her waist a squeeze.
WHERE: Funky little shack
WHEN: Early December
WHAT: In sickness and in health, and in mild fear of the Porter.
WARNINGS: :(
It's getting cold.
Will's successfully finished getting what plants need to be inside inside and what plants need blankets for the evening covered up properly. He kicks off his boots at the door with every intention to later clean them. That doesn't matter now, though. April's off the next few days, which means chores and the like that don't serve a real, immediate need fall to the wayside. Rincewind has likely made plans elsewhere already, he thinks, or otherwise doesn't mind the potential for his housemates maybe not paying him a lot of attention. Oh well. There are worse fates to suffer. It's not like they smooch in his bed or anything.
The outer layers are shed. Two raccoons take his scarf to wind between them. Another, his beanie, to wear in the manner of a crown. Soon they are fresh on his heels, and the beanie-crowned Eduardo rides on the back of their largest dog like the trash-eating king he is.
"Hot chocolate or tea?" he asks once the parade of April's darlings makes its way into the kitchen, but not after he stops to give her forehead a kiss and her waist a squeeze.