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[springlocks]

Just had to make sure you knew for today, wouldn't want it coming to mind in the middle of the day, though I doubt I'll be able to contain myself even then.

          “ and if it does , ” william stops for a moment to adjust the name tag hanging a bit loosely from the purple fabric of his uniform , “ then you’re welcome to come back to me.  you know just how much i value coworker feedback. ”  a heartless sort of smile.

[springlocks]

Hey, did you know that I absolutely despise you?

          oh , he can feel that.  he can feel something along the lines of reverberation , something that pulses through his veins with each passing of words she says.  william stares for a moment , quiet and grimacing , but that frown twists to something entirely different . . . and he smiles.

          the smile is joined by a laugh , a deep chuckle tucked away somewhere in the confines of his chest and slips past his teeth with the hint of a hiss.  lips purse , but only slightly , before tongue emerges to dampen the sudden dryness and allow his voice to be presented more clearly , “ i’m very much aware of that , charlotte.  thank you for sharing. ”

[springlocks]

literally throws a bunch of tinsel at him. that's it, she only did it because she's done with working on new designs.

          blink.  he would’ve thrown his hands up to block the oncoming stream of tinsel heading towards him , but instead he leaves his arms at his sides and allows it to land atop his head and drape from his shoulders.  “ in the christmas spirit , then , huh ? ” a crooked sort of grin , head drifting to a half-tilt , “ i’m not really the tree , so … ”

[springlocks]

Has a slingshot. He aims, tries to get the perfect shot... And he shoots it! Right at his father's head. ( dvtifulson )

          he’s trying to stay calm , he really is , despite the reddening that begins at the top of his ears.  william can’t lie , the pebble that smacks him in the head doesn’t exactly feel as soft as a feather.  a deep breath in before he turns to face his son , arms swinging a bit freely - almost humorously.

          “ michael . . .  let me just ask----  who gave that to you ? ”

[springlocks]

Something of a frown, bordering on a glare, is given to the older man. "... No, Father. It's mine! I didn't mean to hit you, alright?" Well... Wasn't Michael's fault that the man got in the way! ( dvtifulson ) ( oh jeez, mikey! D: )

          change.  and it might’ve been a bit subtle at the start , that now-overcoming expression of anger.  william has a temper ; one that can be rather destructive and harmful.  his eyes cut back up from the slingshot and back to his son’s face as one hand reaches quickly to try and seize michael harshly by the arm - fingers twisting to grasp the wrist connected to the hand the object is in.  “ take it.  now.  or you can take it back to him later with more problems than just a pissed off father. ”

[springlocks]

Blinking, Michael moved his hand to slightly hide at the item but it's futile at this point. "A friend," he stated, moving away so he won't try anything. "I didn't mean to aim at you, Father. I meant to aim at the birds but..." ( dvtifulson )

          “ a friend ? ”  william’s lips pull back to expose a few teeth in a smile.  he turns towards michael fully , now , and bends so that he’s closer to the boy’s height , “ you go and tell that friend … that your father said you aren’t allowed to play with that anymore , yeah ? ”

[springlocks]

❛ Who told you that? ❜ / from Charlotte

          MAYBE , just maybe , william never got along with her.  maybe he did in secret , maybe there was a tiny bit of his heart that wasn’t totally glossed in putrid rank that let a little light in every now and then.  but no - none of that - not even for henry , his closest friend and colleague.  for no one.

          but he is a master of hiding it.  william afton is well seasoned in putting on a mask and concealing his ugly identity so that the world outside might not be able to correctly see what the man’s made of.  filth & rot - murderous tendencies ; and for lack of better words : a homicidal freak.

          “ don’t act so coy , charlotte.  i know you saw the blueprints - and no , not the ones henry kept on the white board for weeks.  i saw you holding them , looking at them , trying to process---- ” his hands are raised , nearly reached as if to snatch her up.  will’s managed to stop himself , curl his fingers back and pull away empty handed.  “ i know you , girl . . . and don’t think you’re off the hook just yet. ”