let's pretend there's no magic where i'm from and nothing you just suggested to me makes sense [ Will is already going out on a little bit of a limb just to assume this isn't a trick of some kind, but... He's not that rigid in his thinking, in the end. He's seen a lot while he was here, he's open to learning new rules about reality. ] but i do have ugly glasses that were in the house when i arrived. cheap orange ones. will that work? you don't need to fix them after [ In fact, maybe please don't? ]
[ Okay, yeah--shit. Alright. Quentin's doing the thing where his hands and mouth type faster than he thinks. It's a continual problem, except Will's not used to it. That, and the poor guy probably has no frame of reference.
At the very least, the texts are all grouped up and written slightly better from now on. Or until he disintegrates into his usual fanboy self. ]
Okay. What I want to do, if you're up for it, is to basically make your house into a giant vault, or safe. Nothing can get in--thiefs, weird monsters, whatever. You're the only person that'll be able to open the safe up, since you'll have the key to do so. If THAT works, I can fireproof the safe, too. So nothing weird can happen, or people that DO know magic won't be able to absolutely wreck your shit once inside.
much better with the metaphor. [ Isn't everything better with a metaphor? ]
so you're offering me protection. [ For his home? The thing Will cares about hugely, even in a world where he's been assigned his current one? #dokidoki ]
Yeah sometimes you have to scale me back if I get excited about something It's a social thing I'm working on. Just brew some coffee and we'll be square.
[ Will feels, just a little bit, like he's been warned about watching a hyperactive dog. Quentin is either just intent on giving an unflattering opinion of himself, or he acts very differently when not dealing with watching someone else's trauma.
Huh. Yeah, could be either. ]
i'll keep it in mind for future early morning texts. glass and coffee. got it. hope you don't mind explaining it step by step to someone without any powers.
[ Right, Eliot, his friend/roommate from back home--
Oh. Will suddenly realizes that: ] i think i've met your eliot. well you're the one that offered, so [ 'so you're more useful, after all' is implied but not stated. ] think i'm the one who's supposed to thank you for a favor
...of course he did. naturally
but i do have ugly glasses that were in the house when i arrived. cheap orange ones. will that work?
you don't need to fix them after [ In fact, maybe please don't? ]
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At the very least, the texts are all grouped up and written slightly better from now on. Or until he disintegrates into his usual fanboy self. ]
Okay. What I want to do, if you're up for it, is to basically make your house into a giant vault, or safe. Nothing can get in--thiefs, weird monsters, whatever. You're the only person that'll be able to open the safe up, since you'll have the key to do so.
If THAT works, I can fireproof the safe, too. So nothing weird can happen, or people that DO know magic won't be able to absolutely wreck your shit once inside.
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so you're offering me protection. [ For his home? The thing Will cares about hugely, even in a world where he's been assigned his current one? #dokidoki ]
can i help? aside from the colored glass.
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It's a social thing I'm working on.
Just brew some coffee and we'll be square.
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Huh. Yeah, could be either. ]
i'll keep it in mind for future early morning texts.
glass and coffee. got it.
hope you don't mind explaining it step by step to someone without any powers.
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See you then
oh
and thanks
i mean i know josh and eliot could do this in their sleep but
you know
so thanks
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Oh. Will suddenly realizes that: ] i think i've met your eliot.
well you're the one that offered, so [ 'so you're more useful, after all' is implied but not stated. ]
think i'm the one who's supposed to thank you for a favor