Small things great (dual pup post, OTA)
(ooc: hello, season 2 of Hannibal. THE FEELS. Let me know who you'd like.)
The weather was starting to change, which meant that Will could go fishing soon. He wanted to. He was coming back from the general store after his shift at the shelter with a bag. Inside the bag were some feathers and some fishing wire to make lures. That action calmed him. He was looking forward to fishing.
He passed a woman and gave her a nod. Joan Watson was on her way to the grocery store. They were out of tea and soy milk. The weather was starting to turn, yes. She was looking forward to running again in the park. Maybe into the woods and a certain cave. She smiled a little as she nodded back toward the other man.
The weather was starting to change, which meant that Will could go fishing soon. He wanted to. He was coming back from the general store after his shift at the shelter with a bag. Inside the bag were some feathers and some fishing wire to make lures. That action calmed him. He was looking forward to fishing.
He passed a woman and gave her a nod. Joan Watson was on her way to the grocery store. They were out of tea and soy milk. The weather was starting to turn, yes. She was looking forward to running again in the park. Maybe into the woods and a certain cave. She smiled a little as she nodded back toward the other man.