[No matter how much time he's given to appear, he'll always choose comfortable, loose-fitting pants and something plaid. That's more for People Who Are Not Will Graham's benefit than his own. Maybe Harrison was still in his pajamas, rolling around miserably after magical shenanigans. No one could blame him if that was the case, certainly not Will Graham of all people.
So he shows up with a minute to spare. Or, well, not Will, not at first. He'd rather not intrude, so he sends in a spy. But, like, a nice spy. One who's just to check if the "target" is in there and clothed/decent, no more or less. Which means, of course, that Harrison's first Blue's Clue Will has arrived is the sound of teeny tiny hooves hitting the garage floor as a teeny tiny feathered, antlered head peers around the door frame. The shadow mustn't be any bigger than a lap dog, and watches Harrison for several seconds before those hooves clatter right back out and the face at the frame is replaced by Will's far above where the little spy had been.]
Evenin'. [Plaid and casual as hell, stepping in with hands in his pockets, shadow back at his feet.] Didn't mean to interrupt your work.
[Or distraction. Will knows they can go hand in hand. He didn't need to make his own fishing lures but by God that bit of work kept him busy and prevented him from thinking about much of anything.]
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So he shows up with a minute to spare. Or, well, not Will, not at first. He'd rather not intrude, so he sends in a spy. But, like, a nice spy. One who's just to check if the "target" is in there and clothed/decent, no more or less. Which means, of course, that Harrison's first Blue's Clue Will has arrived is the sound of teeny tiny hooves hitting the garage floor as a teeny tiny feathered, antlered head peers around the door frame. The shadow mustn't be any bigger than a lap dog, and watches Harrison for several seconds before those hooves clatter right back out and the face at the frame is replaced by Will's far above where the little spy had been.]
Evenin'. [Plaid and casual as hell, stepping in with hands in his pockets, shadow back at his feet.] Didn't mean to interrupt your work.
[Or distraction. Will knows they can go hand in hand. He didn't need to make his own fishing lures but by God that bit of work kept him busy and prevented him from thinking about much of anything.]