A morning after never looked so bad Who: Will, Mitch (Henry, Sal?) Where: Outside Asgard, Mitch's Room When: Day After The Party Rating: Uh...PG-13/R? Warnings: Language and violence Summary: Will shows off how morally corrupt he really is with Henry's life in Sal's hands. Sal wants Mitch in exchange for Henry, and Will seems eager to deliver.
Will Graham awoke with a start sometime before noon. The entire process was painful, his neck hurt, his head hurt, and he could swear he'd had a bunny ear up his nose at one point in the night.
A few of the multi-colored furballs hopped around the blond man's stomach and chest, impatient for the morning meal. The party came back to Will sharply: his spying on "Ryuzaki", watching to make sure Henry everyone was alright. He'd gotten to bed only after Henry had gotten home and after making sure nothing too terrible happened to anyone else. He'd managed to sleep about four hours ago.
He tried to placate the baby rabbits as he pushed them off of him with promises that they would eat as soon as he could stumble over to the feed in his cabinet.
That done, Will made some coffee as he watched them hop around. Glancing over at the clock, he made his way to Henry's room to see if he was awake and whether or not he wanted some caffeine. He knocked on the door to room 307 and waited before something caught his attention. Henry's rabbits were making the same sort of noises as his had been. Where was Henry? Hadn't the bunnies been fed?
Putting his hand on the door as he fought to swallow and with the feel of Hobbs' wife's arms around his leg catching him by surprise, Will pushed it open to look inside.
Everything was in order, just as Will was used to seeing it. He spared a fond glance over at the camera Henry had let him borrow and felt another sliver of doubt. One of the cameras was gone.
The rabbits hadn't been fed, and Henry was out taking pictures. That was nothing like the sensitive animal lover Will knew. Will fed the bunnies quickly and made his way out of the apartments.
Henry wasn't in the garden, and Will could imagine that with the soft fog and the sun where it was, Henry would have been drawn to images of the sun-dappled forest.
Will wished he'd been wrong when he found the letter.
With a cold detachment that was almost inhuman, Will found himself knocking on Mitch's door. He had a plan in mind.