[open] how much is that doggy in the window? ♪♪

[glumshoe]

Who: Will Graham & YOU!
Where: the fields adjacent to the vendors on the north western side, around and about the Mansion
When: first day & throughout the event (6/27-6/29)
Rating: PG (MANY PUPPIES, HANDLE IT)
Summary: Self-appointed stray dog piper Will Graham comes to the conclusion that Wonderland's sudden puppy infestation is solved by him keeping all of them safely capturing them.
The Story:

Just when all evidence had been pointing toward nothing nice continuing to ever happen to Will, he starts the morning with two dogs and ends up with several times that by the time he's done pulling anything resembling clothes out of the closet. Neither his wardrobe nor room are exceptionally colorful, the sole offenders being the warm wooden drawers and desk he favors, but for a man that stakes his work and pride on observation, he is easily distracted by tiny four-legged friends that love scratching at his boot heels down the hallway toward the kitchen, alternately dodging other curious packs and coaxing them to join.

Sometime over a healthy breakfast of black coffee and the bacon he tears into bits, tossing them at the pups, he's scrolled through enough of the network to notice the localized trend in Wonderland is actually an epidemic on the scale of the piglet incident. Perhaps larger. The Mansion is awash with puppies and is in dire need of a release valve for reasons not the least of which include the presence of a network message asking clearance to... hunt them. And Dean Winchester's existence, come to think of it. Something needs to be done.

anyone [ various locations ]

Fellow color-damped and be-canined residents can find Will pied pipering his way throughout the Mansion, herding his new fluffy pals toward a newly-minted enclosure outside. They may help, hinder, or quietly snicker at why he's going through all the effort of helping animals that will disappear in a few days, but these people won't understand his dedication to lost causes.

Comments

[glumshoe]

Fortunately for Will, he hasn't once thought of Hannibal since the march of the puppies began. Well, one thought, mostly pertaining to the desaturation of Wonderland and how that might put a damper on Hannibal's over the top wardrobe. Petty pleasures at Hannibal's expense are a taste he has acquired in deference to his gradual offramp toward the low road.

Lunch sees Will returning for a hastily acquired sandwich out of the dining room, not remotely wanting to risk going back to see what Ned's made of the kitchen until it's rotten food-free. Daisy and Callum look imploringly at him, sitting almost directly on his feet while a grip of puppies swarm and assess the room. Joey the Piglet follows a corgi with dull wheat-colored fur around, having his own adventure with creatures his own size once again until a knock sounds as they pass by and the corgi scratches at the wood excitably, waiting for Will to open it.

The corgi darts out and circles Hannibal's shiny shoes, claws scratching here and there because it's definitely never seen anything of the like in Will's room.

"Hannibal, hello. Things... might not be up to your cleanliness standard at present, I'm afraid."

[avoirfaim]

Hannibal only glances down at the corgi trying to assault his shoes, sidestepping the creature and attempting to nudge him away with every return to his efforts.

Animals.

He smiles, not at the dog but at Will, a god among canines.

"I can handle a mess, I promise you."

He nudges the dog away again with his foot and holds up the Tupperware container.

"I made snacks for your new friends."

[glumshoe]

Will doesn't quite succeed at quelling the smile that crops up at Hannibal's palpable annoyance, but he massages it into amusement at the corgi's antics, leaning down to chide it as he swings the door open for Hannibal.

"Oh great, thank you. I've had my hands full - no, drop it," Will says when the corgi begins barking and digging its claws into the heel of Hannibal's shoe. "Come on in, I have no idea why he's being so fussy - Ein, stop."

[avoirfaim]

There is a degree of willing blindness that they share. Where Will had been so very blind to the truth in front of him before his own victimhood became evident, Hannibal is blind to the true nature of Will's smile. He sees it as how it is presented and how he chooses to be seen, with amusement for the dog's antics and gratefulness for his efforts. Will smiles, and Hannibal smiles back as he comes in.

As for the dog...the fact of the matter is that he didn't pay for these shoes, and can easily get replacements. He hands the Tupperware to Will before toeing off his shoes and taking one of them in his hand. He squats down in front of the corgi and keeps eye contact, one hand out and holding his attention. It's an issue of control: if you sit still, you can have the shoe.