09-27-2016, 06:29 PM
He got a voicemail.
He listened to the whole voicemail, too. Then listened to it again while eating his third bowl of cereal today. William wasn't up to cooking as of late, and like a young man in his early twenties he sees no actual problem in eating cereal for all eternity. Like a young man who was capable of rending the universe to his will and was in his early twenties, he decided to use this ability to make his cereal box conspicuously full of Lucky Charms at all times.
The bottom layer was starting to get stale, though. He could probably use the bands of cereal freshness as a means of determining how long ago he did some magickal endeavor.
He's contemplating cereal when he gets the text from Margot, replies: I'll get gas if you drive.
It had stopped raining and it was time to actually get some work done. Truth be told he was pretty excited about the work he could do. He came legitimately prepared to do lawn work. He's got on a tool belt- shears in one portion. Hand cultivator. The type of loppers that come for taking off a larger branch. He looks at the door, looks in Margot's direction. He's wearing shorts and a tee shirt. Tennis shoes and socks.
Nope. Not dressed for fashion. Dressed for getting shit done.
"You want the lawn mower?"
He knocks on the door. Three hard, sharp knocks.
He listened to the whole voicemail, too. Then listened to it again while eating his third bowl of cereal today. William wasn't up to cooking as of late, and like a young man in his early twenties he sees no actual problem in eating cereal for all eternity. Like a young man who was capable of rending the universe to his will and was in his early twenties, he decided to use this ability to make his cereal box conspicuously full of Lucky Charms at all times.
The bottom layer was starting to get stale, though. He could probably use the bands of cereal freshness as a means of determining how long ago he did some magickal endeavor.
He's contemplating cereal when he gets the text from Margot, replies: I'll get gas if you drive.
It had stopped raining and it was time to actually get some work done. Truth be told he was pretty excited about the work he could do. He came legitimately prepared to do lawn work. He's got on a tool belt- shears in one portion. Hand cultivator. The type of loppers that come for taking off a larger branch. He looks at the door, looks in Margot's direction. He's wearing shorts and a tee shirt. Tennis shoes and socks.
Nope. Not dressed for fashion. Dressed for getting shit done.
"You want the lawn mower?"
He knocks on the door. Three hard, sharp knocks.