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[roooxaaaane]

Do u have a key to annie/abeds/my apartment y/n this question requires an immediate response.

[ferrisbuellean]

Did you lock yourself out?

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[infomodder]

You're the Lawyer at Large, right?

[He would have mentioned something like "the formerly disbarred Lawyer at Large" but even Will realizes that's too Goddamn petty and not the way to start off on a good foot. Gold star for Will.]

[ferrisbuellean]

That would be me. You after an autograph?

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[infomodder]

Are you running late today and forgot to tell me?

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I'm not doing this on my own. ETA?

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[20 minutes later]

Pizza and beer instead.

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[An hour later.]

dude

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[At this point, Will sends Jeff a picture of his bearded blunder dog, head slung over one end of the couch and legs stuck out in the air, cat curled up on top of him. Sleeping buddies. Much sad.]

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[Roughly 9 at night.]

I feel guilty about skipping today. Now I can't sleep.

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[And 15 minutes after that.]

Can you just shoot me something ASAP? Before I make a trip to your house.
Thanks.

literal mail

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[In Monday's mail for Jeff Winger, he'll find an envelope marked with April & Will in the upper corner, no return address. The markings from the post office all come from a small city in Puerto Rico, mentions of it being special delivery (so it gets there quickly and before they do, duh). Inside, Jeff will find a pretty generic postcard and a something small and rectangular encased in soft tissue paper. The back of the postcard is topped by MARRIAGE IS HERE WISH YOU WERE WEATHER in Papyrus font, naturally. The rest of it is normal, Will's message short and sweet and written without any rush to give away that he probably wanted to get to something else as fast as he could.

Jeff,
Greetings from Ponce! We finally tied the knot. Should be back Monday evening, hopefully all's well when we return. See you Tuesday!
- Will & April

In that little carefully constructed yet cheap case he'll find a picture from the wedding. For the more casual route they took with it, April's dress is still classy, something one would expect at a higher end cocktail party more than a wedding. Will's managed a dark suit that fits, shirt underneath a normal white. Nothing plaid or overly disastrous here, the tie is not in the shape of a fish, though it's arguably trying with the blue color. Seems they got married in some outdoorsy spot, the arch above them rooted in place, the plump, older woman officiating in just as casually nice clothing, both amused and pleased by the inclusion of Eduardo. The raccoon wears a bowtie and has perched himself above them, and this picture is Will reaching out to take the ring from a raccoon who looks like he's played the part of both father and ringbearer this round. It's clear who is going to get his face bitten off if he dares cross April, and it's clear that everyone knows it, now give him the fucking ring.]

text?! for whenver

[ferrisbuellean]

[Oh my God who even uses actual mail any more? How lame. But also strangely adorable, especially that photo, even if Jeff doesn't do marriage.]

Congrats for hitching the trailer.

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[cleptes]

Hey handsome.

[Bela lets that linger for a moment or two.]

Are you still looking for a place to set up your own law practice?

[ferrisbuellean]

Apparently it's not so easy to find something that's in the middle of ridiculously expensive and divey crap hole.

05.22.15

[slightlyoffchilt]

Joff.

Sorry, typo. Jeff. Let's rendezvous somewhere outside my office for your prescription. I don't want it on camera.

[ferrisbuellean]

[Narrowing his eye at Joff...]

After some privacy? All right. Got somewhere in mind?

June 1st - call

[angelfire]

I'd drop in, but you might have company. Actually, that wouldn't usually bother me, but apparently most people have a problem with it. Besides, I have a proposal for you.

[ferrisbuellean]

A wedding proposal or a business proposal?

06/03/2015 - 1/???

[infomodder]

head's up that i'm not coming to the gym today

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it's polite to tell people when you're not going to make it to something you've planned to do together and all
fyi

With a giant red bow draped across the bonnet

[angelfire]

[ Parked outside his residence and draped with a giant red bow. No explanation, just a note on the windshield that says 'Winger ♥♥♥' ]

[ferrisbuellean]

[This is actually the best thing anyone has done for him ever. Because holy crap that's an amazing car that almost matches up to his darling Lexus.

Oh, who's he kidding? It's way more awesome! It hovers! And Jeff doesn't even care that it probablymostlikelydefinitelyis from the Lucifer.

Who else would buy him a hovercar?]

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[dogsled]

Ahem. I... So I should probably apologize for my actions of the other evening, and for my partner's behavior...

[ferrisbuellean]

Hey, he was the party crasher, not you. You were alright.

06/12/15 - 11-ish

[infomodder]

[Jeff Winger is the lucky recipient of one Will Graham tonight, whether he likes it or not, one raised hand rapping on the glass to get his attention. Will's gotten a boost from his shadow.

There is a giant feathered stag acting as a ladder and Will is not at all bothered or disturbed by it, at Jeff Winger's window in Nonah in the middle of the night. He's taking too much effort to keep proper balance to be bothered by anything else, one foot on the beast's head and the other nestled in between two prongs like he's doing nothing more than stuffing his foot in a hole at some indoor wall climbing booth. Although Will (mostly) trusts his shadow not to accidentally skewer him, he's a bit more careful than usual right now.

Except for the part where he could have texted and asked Jeff to let him the door. Or simply knocked.

Will Graham is honestly not on his A game right now, and it's War he comes crawling to without knowing it. From one attention-loving liar to another, so it goes. (Not that Will isn't a liar who enjoys his own sort of attention, either, so perhaps it's simply birds of a feather after all.)

"Little pig, little pig, let me in," said one pig to another.]

[ferrisbuellean]

[Perhaps it was too much for Jeff to ask for a night alone with just him and a cheap bottle of scotch. If it wasn't his film crew hassling him about some inane shit, it was some new native client trying to discuss camera time or some jack ass trying to get access to his room via a shadow stag.

Well, actually, that last one didn't happen all that often. This might just be the first time, in fact, which is why Jeff isn't expecting the unusual taptaptap against the glass, too solid and too determined to simply be branches dancing in the wind. The noise was obviously human, and striking enough to startle Jeff from his slouched sprawl against the couch. It's dark out and with the light in his room it makes it difficult to see the culprit of the noise, although that very much does look like a shape at the window between his half-drawn curtains, and shit that's just a little creepy.

But this is Jeff, and Jeff doesn't do scared and tentative any more than any other emotion or feeling that actually involves some level of effort, so he's up and moving towards the window, muscles tense just in case there's fighting that needs doing.]

Will? What the hell?!

[Or maybe not fighting because it's some dumb loser cop that he's half opening the window to.]

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[cleptes]

Want to help me finish a bottle of scotch?

[She's lonely... and tipsy.]

[ferrisbuellean]

Obviously yes. Why would you even need to ask that?!

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[kingpawn]

Jeff? Hi. This is Walter White. I was wondering...how serious you are about this lawyer thing.

[ferrisbuellean]

Serious enough to be offended by you calling it a 'lawyer thing'. It's not a phase, if that's what you're insinuating.

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[abduxel]

[Because Abduxel read this...]

They've been trying to get me to have a threesome with them, too. Insatiable appetites, apparently.

[ferrisbuellean]

Ikr. They've been asking me for months. I know I'm irresistible but c'mon.