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Will Graham + Clothes → season 3
Don’t e v e r let them see you [flinch]
“He hasn’t gone anywhere. He’s still here.”
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The man’s words took her by surprise. Marley actually thought he was sleeping.
“ Uhm, —— I just wanted to see if you were okay,” she lied.
There was no way she was going to tell him she was admiring his features.
He looked at her up and down slowly, cocking his brow before a light attempt of a smile spread through his lips.
“Oh--- I-- I am fine in fact, thanks-- I suppose-- I mean-- Yeah, thanks.”
He’s clearly not the best with words.
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He was something of a scruffy puppy, the literally dehumanizing analogy aside: perplexed, and so clearly having really just been asleep it was endearing. But hey, he’d played along. She’ll bite. “Oh yeah,” she deadpanned, letting a smile curl her mouth. “I’m a real flannel fan, ya see. Flannels for the win.”
There’s a light frown on his features, he’s still questioning the truth of the statement, and wether he had actually heard it or not. A part of him highly believe he had made a mistake, and frankly, her next words didn’t really helped him get a better grip of the situation. “Oh-- That’s-- Odd, but-- great, great-- I guess. Uh-- do you tend to stare at people’s clothing, or should I feel special?”
smushes mort's cheeks
He freezes right in the spot, clearly uncomfurtableas he tries to make himself look smaller before a softscoff leaves his lips followed by a simple word. “No.”
eu; ... i'm not judging or anything, but what exactly do you like about that weird girl? [referring to mim]
“Uh–” Well that was something he clearly didn’t knew how to explain. There’s a soft sigh leavinghis lips as his head tilted softly to the side. “I–Well– She’s weird, and interesting, and somethingI’ve never seen in all my years. She’s– unique, I like that.”
It actually was concern. Because let’s be real: homeboy looked damn near comatose. But she’s not going to say that now, simply because he beat her to it. So what does come out is: “That’s a wicked flannel you got there.”
There’s a clear confussion on his features, both because he was still half asleep, and because he couldn’t believe what just happened. His eyes land down on his clothes before setting back on the other. “Uh-- Thanks, I guess-- Uh-- So that’s what you were doing-- Admiring the flannel?”
“–Not dead. Not sleeping. Is there anything you need or where you simply staring out of concern?”
In more than one ocassion Mort has referred to Dalton as “my familiar and half time house keeper.”
And Dalton’s just there
having to deal with Mort’s shit.
While silently thinking:
“I’ll pee on everything you love.”
“And then I’ll make you eat meat.”
She withholds a sigh (helping people is not supporting her desired reputation of possessing a cold heart). “No, it’s not.” Eu takes his sleeve and starts tugging him in a random direction, assuming wherever his gaze lingered was the right path. “Your house is this way?”
A smile tries to faintedly spread through his lips, but it’s a rather failed attempt, as only a side smile of a sort appears on his features. Despite the lack of reaction, he’s rather glad for the help, even though he wouldn’t like to admit he desperately needed help, but he’ll make sure to repay her in some way. Mort’s gaze focused on the path, his head tilting softly to the side as he took a quick look at it. “Uh-- Yes, this way.”
Blacker than the foulest witch
I’m like four days past my bedtime
And just like that, his pencil slipped from his hand and went down to the ground. After all it seemed like sitting up on a tree hadn’t been one of the wizard’s brightest ideas.
“S- Sorry… A- Are you alright?“