[ Some guy is walking around in his underwear tonight.
No, really.
Anyone who is up late enough will see a barefoot, booty shorted sight as Will Graham finds himself sleepwalking through the middle of town. He also seems pretty dirty, like he's already been to the Homestead (which you can find him there) but might be making his way back to town (please don't let him fall in a hole). It'd be hilarious, if it wasn't so sad.
At least Winston is following him the whole time. What a good boy. ]
tuesday, saloon.
[ In an increasing rise of Will Graham being half dead, he continues being half dead at the Saloon. He keeps running out of whiskey, which he's not sure if it's because of Hannibal throwing it out or that he's drinking it all. So, today, he's just drinking it all here.
Like, way too much.
Like, enough that after a while his head just sort of drops to the table and it's unclear if he's sleeping or just sort of stewing in his own misery.
God, someone help Will Graham. ]
wildcard.
[ WILL SUCKS BUT HE'S TRYING (no he's not). If you want a Will and neither works, just let me know and we'll figure something out. Somehow. ]
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No, really.
Anyone who is up late enough will see a barefoot, booty shorted sight as Will Graham finds himself sleepwalking through the middle of town. He also seems pretty dirty, like he's already been to the Homestead (which you can find him there) but might be making his way back to town (please don't let him fall in a hole). It'd be hilarious, if it wasn't so sad.
At least Winston is following him the whole time. What a good boy. ]
tuesday, saloon.
Like, way too much.
Like, enough that after a while his head just sort of drops to the table and it's unclear if he's sleeping or just sort of stewing in his own misery.
God, someone help Will Graham. ]
wildcard.