RP: For siryn_song

Jun 06, 2008 19:27

Willard's car wasn't even in style the year it had been made, which had been a considerable number of years before Willard himself had been born. But he had bought it in a rush, with hardly any funds, and - for those circumstances - it isn't bad at all. It has a certain retro feel that might be appreciated by people who know nothing about cars. It doesn't have bits falling off it. It doesn't have a CD player, which is good because Will doesn't have any CDs. And it fits in quite nicely with Will's outdated haircut and dress sense, too. Growing up with no company apart from his ailing mother had really done nothing for his socialisation process.

It's Saturday, though, and he has something of a date with Terry Cassidy. She's his boss, but she's so nice and friendly that she reminds Will more of Joan than of his old boss, who had mostly yelled and thrown things at him. Terry actually thinks he's doing a good job. She likes him. Will hasn't really figured out what to do about that.

He's put on his one pair of jeans, and his one t-shirt, which he usually wears for chores, but which Doug has assured him are better to wear than a suit. Socrates is munching on a biscuit in one pocket, occasionally sticking out his nose to see where they're going.

He finds a parking place near Terry's building, and hops out to press the buzzer at the door, next to CASSIDY. It crackles.

"Um, hello? Terry? It's Willard. I'm here."

rp, terry

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