William Evans (
not_his_pa) wrote in
milliways_bar2011-05-02 07:42 pm
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William's fallen asleep in a comfortable chair by the fire with his hat pulled down and his book, some stories by Mark Twain, slowly slipping down his chest.
Since he's been staying in Bar to watch out for Bill and keep track of the stables with Miss Barlow gone, he's ended up busy.
The weather also hasn't been that nice, he knows there is sun here, he just hasn't seen it for a while. At least the rain's a bit less but he considers that a small blessing and for now he's glad of the warm.
Since he's been staying in Bar to watch out for Bill and keep track of the stables with Miss Barlow gone, he's ended up busy.
The weather also hasn't been that nice, he knows there is sun here, he just hasn't seen it for a while. At least the rain's a bit less but he considers that a small blessing and for now he's glad of the warm.

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And thumps his tail on the floor not far from William as he settles.
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He turns his head, looks at William with big friendly brown eyes, and wags his tail again.
Friendly human talked to him. Nice.
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"Hello, you're a nice fellow."
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Oh yes, this is very nice!
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"Know I've seen you around. Who do you belong to?"
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Urquhart is sitting at a table near the window, reading a book about football.
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Bill's been outside, and while it's only a drizzle, he's been playing out in it a long time now; splashing in any and every puddle he could find.
In his tennis shoes.
And no jacket.
At least the sweatshirt he's wearing has a hood?
His sneakers are squelching when he comes in through the backdoor, something in his hands.
He's heading towards the bar, but spots William first and walks over to him.
He stares at the sleeping boy for a minute, willing him to wake up, then finally speaks up in a whisper.
"Hey. Hey, William? C'n I have a shoe box?"
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"Why?"
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Bill holds up his hands to show William the giant Bullfrog he's holding onto.
The frog blinks each of it's eyes, and gives a lazy croak.
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"That goin' to be big enough for him. Maybe he'd do better stayin' outside."
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Looking down at the frog, Bill shrugs a little.
"Maybe we could find somethin' bigger? He was gonna be a friend for-- "
There's another croak, and then the bullfrog, fed up with all the fuss he's endured, decides to take his leave.
There's a brief juggling act as Bill tries to hang onto Frankie, but the bullfrog slips free and takes a leap towards William.
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The wait rat was holding a tray of wine for some people nearby and it spills horribly as the frog makes a dash for the nearest door,
"Hell, careful! Friend for who?"
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Bill watches wide-eyed as the frog bounds away, then takes off after it.
"For Dogmeat. I'm s'pose t'watch him for Ellen," Bill explains quickly as he dives under a table after the frog.
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The frog doesn't understand but decides to stay as the patron flails until the frog is pushed out and goes flying before it starts hopping from head to head.
William stops and just stares, he doesn't want to think about trying to catch it.
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First Scorpius, now William.
It only takes her a second of mis-recognition to go from 'Oh, it's Percy!' to 'Oh, wait - that's definitely not Percy', though.
That, she'll count as an improvement.
She hesitates before she taps his shoulder.
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"Oh yeah, didn't mean to fall asleep."
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She passes it back to him, but not before sneaking a peek at the title.
"Tired?"
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"Yeah, been watchin' out for Bill and takin' care of the stables."
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