#limoncellolimelight

[thebravescotsman]

limoncellolimelight:

[He’s still nervous and red and pulls back to look up at him through his lashes, still looking anxious.] I… bought a little house. It’s not big, but it’s got a lot of fenced land, so the dogs can run around more… Will you come live there with me?

Ye... ye wha'?

[Blink. Blink.]

... well, mah lease isnae up fer a few months, but... Ah dinnae see why nae.

[shogekijo]

limoncellolimelight replied to your post:[bounds over] Ah, so you're the new arrival! You're...

Aheh~! I get that a lot! Ah, wait! Don’t bow to me, you don’t have to do that! We’re working together now, right? So we’re partners in a way! Partners shouldn’t bow to each other! [He’s laughing a little, nonetheless pleased.] Have you looked around?

[SO FORWARD! IS THIS HOW THEY DO THINGS OVER HERE] I have so much respect for what you do here, I want to show it properly.

I have gotten somewhat acquainted with this place thanks to a Miss Eliza and her supposed relatives, Jeeves and the one with the beard. She is very eccentric. I mean that is the most kind way possible. Is everyone here like that?

[vivelascene]

limoncellolimelight:

Can I help? [gently nuzzles into his shoulder, relaxing and enjoying the warmth, and gives him a little squeeze, trying to comfort him more]

[He smiles a little, stroking through Feli's hair a bit as he remains close to Feli, hugging him all the more] You are already helping, mon petit. Merci.

[thebravescotsman]

[After the argument with Francis, William is so pissed that he can't even think of anything else but getting a smoke outside. He reaches the exit doors and slams it open with his foot, not even caring about the alarm going off as he paces back and forth in the alley beside the theater.

Finally he's just had enough of trying to calm down by his own means. Will tugs at his pocket sharply, pulling out a pack of cigarettes that's half-gone, digging for the lighter in his other pocket. He lights one up outside, leaning against the brick of the building as he sharply inhales the rancid smoke.]

Feck this. Ah ne'er shouldhae come haur.

[thebravescotsman]

limoncellolimelight:

[squeaks at the hard pat, definitely startled] A-Ah, well, I… did need a bit of help with something, if you’re free. It’s just that there’s some shelves in the storage room I can’t reach, so… [turns pink before looking at him] Could you help?

Oh? [Will seems interested in being given work to do] Aye, tha' Ah can do, lad. We dinnae hae a stepladder?

[Still, he shrugs, and starts heading towards the storage room, signalling for Feliciano to follow.]

[thebravescotsman]

[okay he's turned pinker because attractive Scotsman doing heavy lifting "oh no and he's smiling at me", stammers] A-Ah alright! I'll be sure to make something tasty then, and not let Artie near the kitchen. Not that I ever do anyway, but still...! Because lots of mishaps happen with him and the kitchen and he set ice cream on fire once so I try to keep him away from the theatre kitchen and... [trails off when he realizes he's rambling, red-cheeked] Si. I'll do my best...!

[And the story about the ice cream actually draws a laugh out of Will] Ah’d believe it! Arthur’s th’ warst ay th’ lot, he is.

[After a few more chuckles at Arthur’s expense, Will pats Feliciano on the back, trying to be gentle, but it’s probably still a little rough for Feli] Thank ye, Feliciano. Ah’ll be lookin’ forward tae ‘at homecooked food.

[And he goes to pick up the box again, but pauses] … is ‘at aw ye needed me fer?

[thebravescotsman]

[manages to make it up to Will, only stumbling once] Nn, W-Will, I was wondering, what kinds of food do you like? I, um- I like to cook for everyone, so it'll help if I know what kinds of things you like, and that's all! I ask everyone this, aha, it's most definitely not something special...! [nervous rambling, hands moving about]

[Will puts down the box he was carrying, wiping his forehead with his arm, a bit of a smile forming on his face] 

Weel, tha’s kind ay ye, Mister Vargas. Thank ye.

[And then, he thinks about it for a while, before just shrugging]

Ah dorn’t dislike anythin’. Sae lang as none ay me fam’ly cooked it, it’s braw by me. They’re cursed aroond th’ kitchen, Ah can teel ye tha’.

[thebravescotsman]

[squeaks slightly at the smirk oh no] I-I, uh, he was just. In the office, if you like, I'll go get him, um- I'm fine, aha! Everything's okay, I'm completely fine, ve! I'll, uh- I have to go talk to Artie, so I. I'll see you later! [turns red and is stumbling over both his words and feet, and eventually ends up darting away to find Arthur]

Sure yoo’re alrecht? Ah dorn’t pure techt ta fash yerse loch yer mum, but… ‘ey, ‘ey, hauld oan a minute-!

[And he’s left standing there, frowning. After a moment or two, he shakes his head.]

… whit an odd bodie.