"The love of your nuggets. Hell on a stick," Will laughed, shaking his head as if Fisher was a completely lost cause. To a degree he probably was.
Will's eyes widened considerably, his blue eyes suddenly even more of a contrast with the dark khol liner around them. His cherubic smile widened and he looked like he'd received the best gift for Christmas ever, and in a way he had. Fisher had just giggled. Loudly. Like a girl. As the goth ran off to the corner to hide Will laughed airily, following him. He slid into the chair beside him rather than opposite, purposely shuffling as close to him as humanly possible. After shoving a handful of fries into his mouth he chuckled wickedly, looking at Fisher like he was a gateaux about to be devoured. "So that was priceless. And now I know you're ticklish. Which is going to be so much fun."