Something In Michael And Gregorys Apartment Has Caught On Fire At Least Once

something in michael and gregory’s apartment has caught on fire at least once

good morning ash just threatened to send the fnaf lore presentation to my program coordinator

The mutual friends.. Both have to put up with greg

@bravevolunteer and I went to a con as the work worsties again !

The kids tough...but he's been through too much to always stay that way.

★ — Gregory feels like a fucking cornered animal — with nothing more to do than warily watch as William stalks around him ( a predator sizing up its prey, ready to strike at any moment, bigger and stronger and overwhelming ) with his back up against a wall and teeth practically bared, ready to snap should the man's path stray a little too close to Gregory. He rolls his eyes ; impertinence a shield in its own right.

"Michael didn't mention you. Ever. So, yeah. You could be lying t'me."

Response is sneered, his upper lip curling ever so slightly. Attempt at a blow to William's ego — the son he'd been chasing hadn't even bothered to mention him to the boy he was looking after. ( not that michael often talked about himself ). Gregory tries not to think about their resemblance, now that he knows the truth of their connection. That similarities between father and son had subconsciously put him at ease enough to trust William ... to get him into this mess in the first place.

A hand curls over the wrist of his shirt, pressing the fabric down against his skin, absent - mindlessly covering the healed wound. Elbows rest against the top of his knees. Trying to look nonchalant ( like he isn't scared ) despite the obvious tension in the way he's holding himself. He flinches as the jacket is tossed his way, caught off guard as the garment lands haphazardly across his form. Raises a brow in response — questioning, but not enough to argue back. The cold is biting, and after a quick moment of hesitation he pulls the coat around his shoulders completely unaware of it's origin.

"Jeez, thanks." ( sarcastic edge ). "You gonna tell me what you want now? Why you're even bothering with me?"

HAND TWITCHES AT HIS SIDE, A JERKY LITTLE MOVEMENT LIKE HE’S GOING TO SLAP THE KID. He won’t, of course, he won’t — he’s not a monster — but it’s a close call. Adjusts his glasses nonchalantly instead of reacting to the insult, smile lingering in the well-worn smug lines of his eyes and lips. There’s space between them, sure, but considering how hard William has been trying to close the distance for weeks now, tracking his son, tracking this brat…. Well, the gap between them now is child’s play. Literally. Fragile. Broken at any minute. He’ll indulge Gregory his space because really, really, he’s already got him exactly where he wants him.

The silence has lingered too long. William breaks it and his reverie with a short chuckle, a shorter exhale. Goes back to pacing up and down, eyeing Gregory from every angle. The kid clearly isn’t any sort of a threat, not to William, anyway. “If I’m really his dad,” he parrots, amused, “why, did you think he was lying to you? Or perhaps you think I think you’re worth lying to.” Like he’s not a means to an end. Although, the boy is roughly the same age as Evan would have, should have, been. The idea of reuniting his whole family is tempting. Given enough time, he’s certain he could convince Gregory to shelter under his wing. It’s worth considering, and William stores the idea in the back of his mind.

It’s Evan’s coat he tosses at Gregory now, old but well-kept, warm and cosy in the harsh winter. “I had food for you too, you know. But if you’re hungry, I suggest you stop insulting me.” And the smile is gone, icy frost dripping in his glacier features instead. As quick as it had disappeared, William shoots Gregory another amused grin. “And then we’ll have a little talk. Wrap up. It’s a cold winter, after all.”