Following Through

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"This has to be some sort of sick joke, and if so, it's not funny." Will states.

"No, no, us pizza boy's workers are supposed to keep tons of salt for the meat that is put into the pizza, keeping it fresher for a little longer."

That has got to be the smartest thing Argyle has ever said while high. Will thinks to himself

"Sorry bros, this pizza boy's is closed. I would love to serve you one of our fantastic pizzas but the kitchen staff clocked out like 30 minutes ago. Oh a fellow pizza boy." It was an Argyle look alike. He just had curly hair.

"Oh no I would love to have some but we just need to have the kitchen area for something important."

They both sounded stoned as fuck.

"Sorry but we're closing. And I can't leave my pizza shop to anyone."

"How about for a trade? Ever heard of 'purple palm tree delight?' Jonathon pulls a joint out of Argyle's breast pocket.

What the fuck.

They managed to get the Argyle look alike out of the shop with just one joint.

They started to get to work. Mike was taping pizza box pieces onto those god forsaken glasses he brought with him for the light deprivation and laughing with El. Like all his family and friends lives aren't at stake here.

People cope in different ways I guess.

"Stop staring or you will burn hole onto back of head." Boris states in jokingly manner.

"Good." Will jokes and gets a wheezy laughing fit back.

"Also you know where your brother gets his weed?" "No?" "Oh damn. It looks like the good stuff."

Argyle comes from the kitchen pizza in hand. "Food!! and I know what you're probably thinking 'pineapple on pizza? What gnarly combination' to Which I say try before you deny."

Mike kept on saying, how could fruit be on pizza and how it's an abomination to pizza. El is trying to feed it to him.

Will was just hungry. He didn't care about the fruit, but he did find the pineapple enjoyable.

He could see Boris enjoyed it as well judging by how Boris' eyes were widened in surprise and he ate with such gusto.

He laughed.

"You have such a mess on your face." He grabs a napkin and starts wiping all the marinara off Boris' messy face.

Causing Boris to laugh and say, "Hey! That tickles!" But he wasn't retracting away from the touch. He knew he ate like there was no tomorrow. Theo said 'you eat like a pig' a lot.

He sticks his tongue out afterwards, like a small toddler would.

"Hey Argyle! Is there any more of that pizza left?" Boris asks. And he gets a second slice. Again eating it with such gusto.

Causing another mess to happen. But not once was he called 'pig-like'. That is one thing he didn't miss about his Theo.

All he got was a laugh and a wiping from Will. He liked that. No insults or anything. Just pure William being himself, and taking after his mother.
Um I'm not dead, I took a mental health break on everything, even AO3, and I forgot to say here, while I'm still mentally unstable, for gods sake I make crack ship fanfiction, but anyways, I feel slightly better so... SUCK MY NONEXISTENT DICK DEPRESSION   ahem good bye for now. Waddles back into the abyss

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