What is he to do on a Tuesday afternoon? Perhaps he'll go to a shelter and give one of the elderly dogs a better home for their senior years.

"I'm in the mood for pizza today. Maybe even two pizzas."

"Can we have a deep dish pizza?" Something he's never actually had before, but he's gotten quite curious as of late.

Will just shoves his bare feet into the man's stomach as he gets comfy on the sofa. Cold toesies—

"It's past dinner time. Did you even have lunch?" He frowned at the phone. It was strange to see the man so distracted.

Ah... perhaps he should go fishing.

Sometimes he misses the times before, but it is far too late now. He can only look back and reminisce.

He's in ― 𝕳𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖑 𝕷𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗's kitchen making a drink for himself.

He's staring at a rooster on his porch in confusion.

It was only the light of the moon that illuminated his small camp. He needed a few days away from civilization to help him think and unwind. A shelter among rocks in a cliff. The ceiling reinforced by small logs. His hands shook as he tries to start a fire.

He's in his room with multiple blankets, water bottles and flu medicine. The fatigue and chills made it difficult to function.

With the weather being how it is, a nice, roaring fire was perfect to keep warm with the pups.

Will has found a tiny pup while he was taking a walk. He's trying to keep it warm in his jacket. Ah, he'll have to get puppy formula later.

[ 🍁: My brain continuously just loves the idea of Will bringing suffering to Hannibal's olfactory senses with Taco Bell. Help. ]

He's definitely not having a breakdown in the middle of a pet store because his card got declined. Nooope.

He's trying to make some kind of pastry in the kitchen, but the printer was almost out of ink so the recipe is half illegible and he has burnt the last five attempts in the oven.

Will still has not gotten a smart phone. He prints out the recipes since his internet access is dependent on good weather.

He can't sleep. It is almost 3AM. He has decided to make box mac and cheese.

His attempts at making pastry is improving. Only half of the batches are burnt this time.