Hold On To Me (WillDip)

Chapter 34: Stitches

Two hours later and Will was feeling much better, granted he was still high as a damn kite, but not as bad as he had been. Mason had given him a bath and was trying to get him back to bed, but Will had other things on his mind. Like racing around the house like a cat with the zoomies, while Mason raced after him, frantic as he tried to catch him and stop him from accidentally hurting himself.

Bill, meanwhile, was staring at the cold body of Hunter Matchitehew as he stood in the doorway of Ford's lab. "Are you sure?" he asked.

Ford nodded from beside him, "Clean it up for me, please? I really can't"

"Stanford Gleeful, squeamish about blood, who would have guessed? Not me that's for sure" Bill replied, rolling up his sleeves and taking the cleaning supplies the man handed him. Ford grumbled "Just shut it..." he muttered, leaving the room looking pale. Mabel helped him clean up, rushing off to find a shovel to bury the body under the rose bushes. Once he had cleaned up most of the blood, Bill wrapped Hunter's body up in the sheet Ford had left and tied it closed, dragging it outside where Mabel was waiting for him.

Fidds smiled softly at the two as they watched them work together to dig the hole "They a couple now?" he asked Ford, nudging his side with an elbow. The man shook his head "No, last night meant nothing, they were bored apparently" he said, a smirk on his face.

Will raced around the corner and into Ford's ankle, tipping over onto his back. The man leaned down and picked him up as Mason followed soon after. "Your skin is so soooooft!" Will said, patting the skin of his hand. Fidds snorted, prompting Ford to grumble "What? He's had too much pain killers" he insisted.

Fidds rolled his eyes "Doesn't change the fact that you moisturize"

"I do not!"

"You dooo! I've seen you!"

Will purred softly as they argued playfully, "Have not, ever, and that's a fact!" Ford said, turning up his nose as he stroked Will's back, the ex-demon still hugging his palm.

Mason chuckled.

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Mason went to have a nap later that evening and ended up with two purring lumps on top of him as he lay in bed. One being Will, the other being Taco. Mason smiled and rubbed Taco's ears softly, the cat blinked sleepily and purred louder at the affection.

He was growing bigger, all that food and love was making him thrive, he wasn't the small kit he had been. Will smiled and patted Taco's face with a hand, giggling as the cat nudged him. "Awww, love you too" he said, leaning into Taco's white fur as the cat settled down better. He would make a nice warm bed to snuggle into.

They were awoken to one of the cooks shaking Mason awake gently "Master Mason, Master William? Master Stanford has requested you both to join him for dinner" she said, giving them a smile.

"Master William huh? Yes I do like the sound of that, it's nice" Will said sleepily, Mason chuckled and picked him up off his chest, Taco was already gone, probably hoping to get scraps from the dinner table, "Come on then."

Ford smiled as they entered, everyone was already eating dinner, not bothering to wait for the entire family to join. Mason set Will down on the tablecloth and gave him a few things to munch on. Bill, fresh from the shower, was chewing slowing at a potato as Taco meowed at his feet.

He wanted Bill's potato.

"Evening" Mason said, glancing around, her words were met with grunts and grumbles. "Or not?" he added,

Fidds chuckled "They're all tired I assume" he said.

Mabel ran her fingers through Bill's damp hair, giving him a Mohawk. Bill grumbled as he caught himself in the dining room's mirror "Stop that!" he cried, mussing it back to normal.