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Unlike the last, Will was certain today would be fun! Right? Right.
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Mario had decided they all deserved a day of chilling, having fun and thrifting. The Tapeworms were onboard with that, and agreed without hesitation. They went to thrift stores galore, getting miscellaneous objects and funky clothing. They were currently at some small thrift store, searching the racks and occasionally making small talk with the employees.
Mike bought a pair of kickass jeans, with at least 80 different pockets—Will never knew why he loved having so many pockets, as he never used them for anything useful; maybe he'd find out someday.
Mario got a Luigi & Mario shirt, solely because of the irony of him wearing it—the pianist kept teasing him about how he sucked at video games and barely ever played Luigi's Mansion.
Vater found themself a pair of shoes; nothing special, just plain old Vans—Will thought they looked nice, and that made Vater smile when the singer told them that.
Matt bought a hat with "New Jersey State Fair" on it—the tall man wondered why a hat about New Jersey would be here in New York, but he didn't question it; the only thing he questioned is why Matt loved hats so damn much.
And Will? He got a Billy Joel shirt and some book about The Beatles. He freaking loved Billy Joel, and even more so The Beatles. The other Tapeworms knew this damn well, especially considering he had ranted to at least one of them for hours on more than one occasion. Sometimes they made jokes about him being autistic, noting how he could info-dump for hours on end without seeming to want to stop at all, and how he hated heat and would do everything he could to avoid large amounts of it if he could. Will always just laughed along with whatever they said. Gods, if only they knew.
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The group were lounging about in their AirBnB later that night, complaining about how hot it was while Mario cooked something. Somehow, the pan caught fire and Will freaked out seriously. He felt like he couldn't breathe, and his chest started to tighten, his hands growing clammy, and he wanted to get out of there so desperately. He suddenly felt nauseous, and wanted to throw up so badly, even though he hadn't eaten a single thing that day. He stood up, knocking over his water, and stepped out of the AirBnB a little too fast to be normal, shutting the door just a little too hard. Mike noticed this, and immediately went and tried to calm Will down. After a while, Will managed to calm down and headed back inside with Mike. He was still a little freaked out, but was overall mostly calmed.
The others knew better than to bring it up, so they stayed quiet. They had done that once, and it ended with Will in tears. When they all went to bed soon after, they hoped to forget about it. Hell, Will hoped to forget about it.
Maybe tomorrow would be better. After all, it always was, right? Right.