Wilford Warfstache (
cottoncandypink) wrote2019-07-07 05:56 pm
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Tess
The door does not open up to the condo, unfortunately. Because Wilford has not been to the condo since the last time he brought someone through the door. It opens up from his office, into an area nebulously defined as a dining room.
At least, there is a table there, which someone has taken a passing effort to keep clear. The stack of mail, hastily picked up toys, and a couple of coats on the table suggest nobody does any eating at the table.
The house is what passes as small in the neighbourhood. Windows look out on the sloping hills and sprawling city in the distance. Inside, brushed steel kitchen, slate grey walls, and leather furniture are betrayed by tiny hand smudges on the windows, peanut butter stains in the carpet, crayon scribbles in places that nobody seems to have the energy to deal with.
The house is also unusually quiet. How interesting.
At least, there is a table there, which someone has taken a passing effort to keep clear. The stack of mail, hastily picked up toys, and a couple of coats on the table suggest nobody does any eating at the table.
The house is what passes as small in the neighbourhood. Windows look out on the sloping hills and sprawling city in the distance. Inside, brushed steel kitchen, slate grey walls, and leather furniture are betrayed by tiny hand smudges on the windows, peanut butter stains in the carpet, crayon scribbles in places that nobody seems to have the energy to deal with.
The house is also unusually quiet. How interesting.
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"I'll be fine. I just need to sit here for a minute."
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He cleans up enough puke at home. He's not in the mood to clean up adult puke.
"I'm not feeling so convinced this was a good idea, suddenly."
He comes back for silverware and one of the last cans of Coke from the fridge.
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She leans her head back against the wall.
"The first trimester is the worst, I think."
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He fucking means it, too. Never.
"You still thinking it's a good idea?
He almost drinks straight from the can, but remembers all the black shit in his moustache at the last second, and grabs a glass as well.
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"To be here or to have the baby?"
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"Speaking of, you talk to that baby daddy of yours?"
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She stands, slowly, keeping hold of the counter.
"Oh, yes, Jim and I had a lovely conversation."
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He rolls his eyes and takes a drink from his glass. It's tricky, but he finds it a bit easier with a glass. He'll probably have to refresh the black a bit once the doctor buzzes to come up.
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It's still utterly ridiculous as she says it.
"And there may have been threats made."
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What.
Wilford shakes his head and finishes getting the table looking like actual human beings live there.
"Threats against you?"
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"More the baby and Sherlock."
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"Yes, what?" he answers, as if being called is a complete surprise to him. "Oh, yes, yes, yes. Send him up. That's right."
He hangs up, but leaves his phone out.
"Well, it sounds like he deserves anything coming to him, if you ask me."
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She settles herself in the chair, breathing slowly to get her bearings back.
"Time for the games to begin?"
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Even if she's not, he ordered anyway. She can pick at it if she wants, or it can remain as set dressing.
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"No, I don't want to be sick when the doctor gets here."
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He uses the camera on his phone to make sure he still looks right, and stuffs it into his pocket as the doorbell rings.
He opens the door to find the delivery guy from down the road, waiting to be paid.
"My word, you scared the dickens out of me," Wilford blusters at the man. "I forgot we called you, and was halfway to falling asleep."
He pays the man as he apologises awkwardly, and takes the box off him.
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"What did you order?"
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For himself, something a bit more substantial. Any opportunity to eat something he hasn't cooked is one he'll jump at lately, and he took advantage of it with a steak and baked potato and some kind of veggie medley.
He spends a small moment debating eating at the table, but it's such an uncomfortably foreign thing for him that he takes his plate out to the living room and turns on the TV. Not because he intends on watching it, but to build an atmosphere.
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"I hope this doesn't take much longer. I want this taken care of."
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"I wouldn't know," he says. "You didn't look this stuff up before you went through with it?"
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She just gives him a look.
"The doctor said they'd be here in about an hour. How long has it been?"
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He makes cutting a steak while balancing it on his knee look easy.
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"This is a little more than I was expecting to have to deal with."
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He's spent one afternoon with Tess, and he wants nothing to do with this crap, ever again.
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Tess may have made hers happen, but it often happens when you don't want it to.
"Unless Michael wants a pseudo sibling."
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