Warden "Wild" Bill Meyers

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I played Pinocchio in my school’s Shrek musical. NPT: @sun13koi @river-billcipherfan @boldofyoutoassumeicanspell @violetcookie2007 @lizzzzzzzzzzzzzz---lol @go-go-gadget-autism

I live near the graveyard, and as a child, I went sledding from this hill at PE classes. @madam-whim @illumiera really interested in your lore

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The Texan in question grumbled confirmation as he bundled into the bed, eyes bleary and, he could've sworn, starting to freeze shut. "'Fore I started Wardin' you couln' tell me there's different levels o' cold. Cold oughta be cold oughta be cold, none o' this 'freeze the plow to the mule' kinda freezing."

"Hope they're colder." Bill murmured in response, blankets tucked under his chin. Even the quick move from his holing up on the couch to the bed itself was enough to start him lightly shuddering. "It'd serve 'em right, havin' us trudge all the way out here just to thwart 'em." Azure eyes watched her as she made her way back to bed, one hand flicking the covers up just long enough for her to crawl back in. "We ever get to Goose Down you might's well put me outta my misery. Bad enough sleepin' in pants. 'F I gotta put a shirt on, too, I ain't gettin' a wink."

The Texan in question grumbled confirmation as he bundled into the bed, eyes bleary and, he could've sworn, starting to freeze shut. "'Fore I started Wardin' you couln' tell me there's different levels o' cold. Cold oughta be cold oughta be cold, none o' this 'freeze the plow to the mule' kinda freezing."

Bill was propped up against a newly made berm of earthworks, right hand crossed over and clutching high on his left chest. “Live’s always, maple muncher...” He grumbled back as good-naturedly as he could, wincing as the blood started soaking the handkerchief he’d pressed to the wound. “Think the fucker got to the bone here, Hoss. That ice do anythin’ for a break?”

"I can kill the nerves for a bit. It'll sting at first, and we can get it healed later. Think localized frostbite." Jon gave a lopsided grin, revealing a missing tooth before spitting a gob of blood on the ground. "I think I got hit in the face again. What will the ladies say?"

"Best way to do it's gettin' it over with." Bill replied, turning toward his fellow Warden and bracing for the impact, pulling the kerchief away at the last moment. "The gals you run with'll say it builds character, just you watch."

Bill laughed, bringing a handkerchief out of his pocket to attempt to help. “Like a little dirt ever hurt me, darlin’.”

She scrunched up her nose as she gave him a teasing smile. "That's good, because my pants are absolutely covered. I'm going to have to hose them off before I let them near the clothes washer. But all of the ditch work is done!"

“You want I could prolly magic it offa you...” Bill replied thoughtfully, swiping a bit of the mud off her forehead with a muttered word and the handkerchief. “Save you a bit o’ water an’ me a bit o’ waitin’.” He gave a small grin, azure eyes looking into hers for a moment before giving a wink. “‘Course, there’s always just not waitin’, eh?”

Bill politely glanced away with a small chuckle. "Suit yourself. Glad the work's done, though, makes more time for relaxin'."

Bill laughed, bringing a handkerchief out of his pocket to attempt to help. “Like a little dirt ever hurt me, darlin’.”

She scrunched up her nose as she gave him a teasing smile. "That's good, because my pants are absolutely covered. I'm going to have to hose them off before I let them near the clothes washer. But all of the ditch work is done!"

“You want I could prolly magic it offa you...” Bill replied thoughtfully, swiping a bit of the mud off her forehead with a muttered word and the handkerchief. “Save you a bit o’ water an’ me a bit o’ waitin’.” He gave a small grin, azure eyes looking into hers for a moment before giving a wink. “‘Course, there’s always just not waitin’, eh?”

Bill was propped up against a newly made berm of earthworks, right hand crossed over and clutching high on his left chest. “Live’s always, maple muncher...” He grumbled back as good-naturedly as he could, wincing as the blood started soaking the handkerchief he’d pressed to the wound. “Think the fucker got to the bone here, Hoss. That ice do anythin’ for a break?”