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ᴡɪʟʟ ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ; ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ p̶r̶o̶f̶i̶l̶e̶r̶ ([personal profile] wontgraham) wrote in [community profile] wasteyard 2019-06-29 06:26 pm (UTC)

that book/movie are not......incredibly high quality

[ Recognition was so common back home from other agents, professors, and lab consultants. Everyone at the FBI knew who Will Graham was. But here, several days (not that time matters here, with his watch stopped at 3:26am) into his stay somewhere artificial and impossible, this throws Will for a loop that feels foreign.

He doesn't flinch from the gun trained at him for a half-second before redirected elsewhere. He sees the regulation hold of it, finger off the trigger and all. He does look her over quickly — young, a bit younger than him, attentive and short and serious. Will sees normal fear, carefully turned back into a defense, in the set of her shoulders.

That's fair. She can probably see fear in his, too.
] Probably only as much as you do. I— walked into here a few days ago. [ Will looks away from her, nods at the scenery, at the gray expanse of clutter around them. ] Still wondering how it...chooses people.

[ What she says still doesn't quite add up, though. Will's expression shivers into a frown. ] You never— took one of my classes. [ He'd know that much even if she hadn't said so — he'd recognize her if she had. ] But you talked about them?

[ Will isn't exactly known for taking sabbaticals; the way this doesn't add up is surely obvious. ]

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