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Post by Swerve on Mar 2, 2012 13:45:12 GMT -5
Willard narrows his eyes at Kate teasing him, not quite sure how to respond. She's right; he hasn't tackled this hero business. He knows it isn't for him.
He mumbles indistinctly and eats, neither agreeing nor declining. He won't say he doesn't like the idea that he can bust heads without landing in jail every couple of weeks. But the idea of pretending to be something he's not makes him chafe. He's sure he really isn't any sort of do-gooder, not like Kate seems to expect.
…She has more faith in him than he does.
"Lemme guess," he mutters, "that'd be you."
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Post by Kup on Mar 2, 2012 22:22:00 GMT -5
Maybe Kate thinks a night out busting heads alongside Willard would be fun! Possibly for Willard, also.
She stabs another piece of chicken with her fork (she is well aware that the "proper" utensils are chopsticks, and she has no intention of bothering with them) and grins at Willard as she takes another bite, nodding just enough that Willard (hopefully) doesn't decide to interpret her reaction as 'evasive.' 'Evasive' doesn't work well with Willard.
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Post by Swerve on Mar 5, 2012 20:09:07 GMT -5
An extremely rude sound and a brief spate of cursing are all Kate gets from Willard until after he gulps down more beer.
"No way in the Pit am I wearin' some stupid getup," he says, then stuffs down another mouthful of beef and bell peppers. He doesn't have a TV, but the diner does, and he's seen the news reports on the wingnuts in their goofy costumes. It's as bad as putting on some tacky club logo.
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Post by Kup on Mar 6, 2012 20:21:45 GMT -5
Kate snorts. Didn't she already go over that one? "I'm not askin' you to wear a stupid getup, though if you ain't gonna wear at least a mask, might wanna think of sunglasses." She takes one more bite of her chicken, then stands up and starts to wander around the room, looking around her.
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Post by Swerve on Mar 14, 2012 21:55:31 GMT -5
It's a pretty dull room; a couple of the ad posters from the shop's earlier days, a bit sun-faded, still hang on the walls. A counter with the countertop door swung up and out of the way stands between them and the office and washroom in the back. Willard could probably turn the area behind the counter into a cramped kitchen if he gives it half an effort. He's obviously tidied up, judging by the small pile of trash and debris shoved into a corner, and he's ensured some privacy from the repair bay by covering both the door and the window that open onto his work space with tarpaulins. He doesn't want customers peeking into his living quarters.
"Fine, a mask, whatever," he grumbles over his shoulder at Kate. "If it'll shut you up about it." Now that his stomach has shut up even if Kate won't, Willard picks up the phone to look it over. Navigating it is painfully easy; the menus practically explain themselves. He scowls at it, because any idiot could figure out where to find everything. He decides to go ahead and put a passcode on it.
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Post by Kup on Mar 15, 2012 20:46:27 GMT -5
And Kate's stubbornness wins out again! Actually, that's been getting easier anymore, and Kate counts that as a good thing.
She smirks. "Good." With that, she wanders back towards the table and settles down, pulling out her tablet as she does. They'll be no more forced conversation for now, but Kate appears to have no intention to leave just yet.
No conversation unless it's wanted, but the companionship is there.
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Post by Swerve on Mar 20, 2012 15:54:15 GMT -5
It's likely no surprise to Kate that Willard leaves the quiet stand; he even relaxes, as much as he ever does, when he isn't being pressed, alternating between grumbling over the phone and drinking more beer. Between the long day, his full stomach, and the alcohol, he eventually turns drowsy and abandons the phone to rest his head on his arms.
He means to ask her something, he's sure; but he starts dozing off instead.
OOC: Wrap/fade soonish, I think?
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Post by Kup on Mar 21, 2012 22:00:57 GMT -5
Kate sticks around until he starts to doze off, finishing off her own beer. Then she makes sure all the containers are closed - he'll have breakfast for the morning, then gets up, heading towards the door. She pauses a moment. "Good night," she mutters, then turns to leave.
OOC: Sure.
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Post by Swerve on Mar 21, 2012 22:18:53 GMT -5
The sudden noises – not really that loud, but loud enough – of Kate shuffling about and getting ready to leave rouse Willard halfway from his doze. His frown returns, pinching around his eyes and the corners of his mouth; he shifts in the chair, lifts his head an inch or two, lays it back down again when he realises it's only Kate.
"What… took you so long, oldtimer?" he mumbles in a heavy voice, fretful. He was worried he'd never see any of them again.
Odds are he'll be more asleep than awake again before Kate answers.
OOC: I'm good.
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Post by Kup on Mar 22, 2012 20:53:08 GMT -5
Kate pauses at the door and snorts softly. "I ain't known for my speed, I'm known for my stubborness," she mutters lowly. "But I found you."
With that, she heads out.
OOC: Done.
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