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He was perched on a park bench, the remains of his sandwich cast aside on a napkin. Innocent gaze caught on a figure across from him as she collided with the seat, sobbing and with her legs spread wide. He noticed with a start that she was not wearing underwear, and that her dress was askew on her breasts. Her stare caught his, hers frighteningly bitter and sharp. She tossed a loud fuck you toward him, finger pointed, before standing, then tore off down the path in a teary-eyed blur. He looked about, seeing if anyone near him took note. Concern colored his features. “I think I just had a stroke.”

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Will had caught the entire exchange, making eye contact with the quite angry woman before she walked away. Her rather exposed outfit choice wasn’t lost on him. Catching the eye of the man sitting on the park bench, he shot the guy a wry look. “You saw that too, then? I thought I just hallucinated.”

#c: simon

“Come on let’s go and play!” morgan

There was a gleam in the brunette’s eye that made Will’s face break out into a grin, shaking his head at the figure in front of him. She was tempting him, they both knew that -- the two were kindred spirits, seeming to enjoy the same kind of fun Will knew so well. It was that very same fun that he was trying to ween himself off of, but with a smile like that Morgan wasn’t making it any easier for him. “I don’t think we’re dressed for the occasion,” he commented wryly, watching from a distance at the men and women coming in and out of town hall, most likely for some expensive wedding or charity event. Still, the idea was tempting -- and really, how bad was party crashing? The worst they could do was eat some free food they were giving out. “We have to change,” Will added finally, ignoring the triumphant grin that was sprouting on the brunette’s lips. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. I hope you have something to wear,” he jabbed playfully, before offering his arm to her.

#i enjoy these two #a: morgan #ask #adminpasta

“I’ll only stay with you one more night.” (Iggy)

The response warranted a laugh from the twenty-four year old, even when trying to control himself. He couldn’t help it. It had been mere days since being reunited with his foster brother -- the foster brother he had been hoping to find since they were teenagers back in this town. Iggy was here and in front of him, staying on his couch, breathing the same air as him. It was a miracle in itself, and Will had no reason of kicking him out. “Don’t worry about it,” the man shook his head, giving the other guy a genuine smile. Not much had been genuine for Will since leaving Darlington, but coming back to town made him want to start anew. And now he had all the more reason to, with Iggy back in his life. Turning his attention away from the man in the door frame, Will dialed down the heat of the stove and stirred the pasta in the pot. “You can stay as long as you need to,” Will added, not looking up from his food. “Now are you staying for dinner or what?”