Depending upon how much of a damn Accelerator gave about the people on either side of him, he may or may not have noticed that -to this point- Will had been quiet and morose.
Not only had he been quiet and morose, but there was something about his face, and the way he carried his shoulders, to suggest that quiet and morose was Will's default setting.
He certainly hadn't tried to introduce himself to his neighbor, or ask any questions, despite the fact that his appearance, particularly the scrub top he'd rummaged up, suggested he was a new arrival. Will had been keeping himself to his own damn self, and making sure his go away vibes were as clear and distinct as a neon sign.
Then, his pasta began to escape and ... kittens??
Will was first, and foremost a dog person, but in general he was an animal lover. People could go get stuffed; sometimes literally. As he hunkered down on his heels, a smile broke across his face as he scooped up one of the kittens not currently engaged in chasing pasta. Lifting the little one up, Will booped its nose against his own, laughing when a small paw -complete with claws- pressed against his cheek and tried to push his face away.
Accelerator words penetrated Will's kitten fog, and he looked towards the man. There was no way to hide the way his expression went from KITTEN!! to, ew ... person, before slipping back to neutrality.
"What are you doing with all these kittens?"
His response was two fold. He was avoiding Accelerator's question because it sounded rhetorical. The man had eyes, surely he could see what the noodles were trying to do. Second, if Accelerator had nefarious intent towards these kittens, Will was about to come out of his crouch and attempt to beat the other man's face through the back of his skull.
Nothing personal. But it was safer not to harm, or even joke about harming innocent, and all animals were innocent, animals in Will's presence.
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Not only had he been quiet and morose, but there was something about his face, and the way he carried his shoulders, to suggest that quiet and morose was Will's default setting.
He certainly hadn't tried to introduce himself to his neighbor, or ask any questions, despite the fact that his appearance, particularly the scrub top he'd rummaged up, suggested he was a new arrival. Will had been keeping himself to his own damn self, and making sure his go away vibes were as clear and distinct as a neon sign.
Then, his pasta began to escape and ... kittens??
Will was first, and foremost a dog person, but in general he was an animal lover. People could go get stuffed; sometimes literally. As he hunkered down on his heels, a smile broke across his face as he scooped up one of the kittens not currently engaged in chasing pasta. Lifting the little one up, Will booped its nose against his own, laughing when a small paw -complete with claws- pressed against his cheek and tried to push his face away.
Accelerator words penetrated Will's kitten fog, and he looked towards the man. There was no way to hide the way his expression went from KITTEN!! to, ew ... person, before slipping back to neutrality.
"What are you doing with all these kittens?"
His response was two fold. He was avoiding Accelerator's question because it sounded rhetorical. The man had eyes, surely he could see what the noodles were trying to do. Second, if Accelerator had nefarious intent towards these kittens, Will was about to come out of his crouch and attempt to beat the other man's face through the back of his skull.
Nothing personal. But it was safer not to harm, or even joke about harming innocent, and all animals were innocent, animals in Will's presence.