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(Walks up to him, trying not to laugh.)

(ooc: *Will's mun quickly reads your character info* before we get them interacting, should Will just be "wtf, ASHLEY?!?!" or do you want me to go with your backstory for Emily?)

[Will fails to notice her at first. He's too busy trying to explain to the damned barrista that he'll take ground up no-doze in his damned cup of Kona if the espresso machine isn't working. He could really use some caffeine to fight off the headache he's getting.]

[ooc - I'd like it if you went with my backstory for Emily but either would work.]

Really can't you just order a regular cup of coffee. (Although she could see that he might really need it.)

(ooc: we can *nods* saves a lot of confusion/explaining for an already-taxed Will)

There are days when I can, Em. They are not the ones that involve getting attacked by a flock of pissed off fairies.

[He smiles weakly at her, rubbing the goose-egg on his left temple.]

They weren't that hard to deal with. (She bit down her smile, still trying not to laugh.) At least I didn't get any goop on me.

[He looks up at her slowly, shaking just a little from his own effort not to break down and just giggle over it.]

Just let it out. You know you want to...

(Finally a large smile grew on her face as she started to laugh.) You were so.... awesome. Very determined to get those fairies.

It just had to be fairies, too. Couldn't have been giant scorpions or people from the center of the earth again. Nope, fairies!

[He giggles helplessly because it's entirely too ridiculous that he just got his ass handed to him by a bunch of pixies. But at least he managed to round them all up in the end.]

If it were giant scorpions we wouldn't have just got gooped. (By we she meant him.)

Just as well that they weren't. I didn't have a harpoon gun to use as a club this time...

[He accepts his coffee from the poor barista with a wink, dropping a decent tip in the jar so he won't call the cops on the gooey lunatic and his young friend.]

What you had could barely handle the fairies.

(Oddly enough there was another coffee with his. She had ordered it without him noticing. She smiles at Will. ) Thanks for the coffee.

Meh, giant scorpions are easy. They don't travel in little fighter-squadrons...

[He'll be blaming not noticing that on the concussion he probably has.]

Any time, Emily. Join me?

[Smiling, he gestures to an empty corner booth where he can enjoy his caffeine without drawing too many stares.

I'd love to. (She headed over to the empty booth and sat down.)

[Will joins her with a soft sigh, fishing a bottle of ibuprofen from his pocket and popping a couple. Days like this, he wishes he was in a league remotely close to that of the people he works with.]

(Emily stares at him for a moment. Boy with that bump on the head and the goop... the goop!) Oh wait I forgot. (She takes a hands him a lemony fresh wet wipe.) Here, for the goop.

Thank you, Emily. [Chuckling, he takes it from her, gratefully wiping his hands and face.]