Wednesday 5th November 2008
Who: Will and Ric Where: Ric's house When: Weds evening, after the sun's gone down. What: Will needs space and to talk to his sponsor. Rating: Swearing, obv.
After Ric had stopped taking his sweet ass time and picked Will up from outside of the coffee shop the angel had climbed into the awful pink car quickly so that nobody might see him be associated at all with the garish colour. He remained suitably sullky on the ride to Ric's place, staring at the darkening sky from beneath his shades like it'd make a difference. His long legs were sort of hunched up against himself like a teen angry at the world, but he was just numb. He didn't really know what to feel or how to present himself.
Ric's advice on getting a muffin for Wesley proved to be gold. The instant Will walked through the front doors the healer perked up and pestered him. With the encouragement of a muffin Wes was told to leave them alone and, satisfied, Wesley edged his way out and upstairs. Of course this left Will with the problem of being left alone with Ric. Having only talked to him via phone and chat, he was now faced with, well, the vampire face to face. He'd learnt a few tricks. "I got something for you, too," he revealed when they were alone. Handing Ric a paper bag he waited for him to take it before he went and slumped on the sofa. Inside the bag Ric would find a specially brewed Blood Smoothie, tasting clearly of strawberries for vampires, and a spicy muffin.