A man is what he thinks about all day long.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
'Hey Horace!' Will called out to his friend who had been unsuccessfully trying to get away from him down a long, and unfortunately straight, corridor.
'Yes Will?' he sighed and turned around to face the other man.
'What do you think about all day?'
Horace frowned at the oddness of the question. It didn't seem to have a link to anything that had been said earlier and a lot of things had been said earlier. Mainly name calling but other things as well.
'Being a knight, food, Cassie,' he replied with a slight blush. 'Why? Is this related to our fight earlier today?'
'Nope, just something I read,' Will replied and floated off. (I could but help put in a butterfly reference!)
'Ok,' replied Horace to the back of Will. He was really confused. Now was not the time to ponder such things though, he thought and walked off, the incident forgotten for the time being until their was time to think it over.
'What do you think about all day?' asked a voice behind Crowley. Now the very poor ranger commander had been working through his weeks worth of paper work that he had never gotten to do, and had been concentrating a lot and getting it done at a fairly decent speed.
Had.
He swore and turned around. Only 50 odd people could sneak up on him like that and 30 out of those 50 could do it accidentally.
Will.
Change that number to 31.
'What do you want?' he asked annoyed.
'What do you think about all day,' Will repeated.
'Reports,' Crowley muttered and then turned back to his paperwork.
Will gave it three seconds.
'Wait! Why are you here?' Crowley asked confused.
Will just smiled and left the room silently to go and annoy something else.
'I have the answers!' Will called as he entered where Gil as staying.
'So?' Gil asked.
'Horace is food, a knight and Cassandra,' Will said with a frown.
'And Crowley?'
'Is a report,'Will finished.
'Next person, Halt! High five to pure awesomeness!' Gil said and the two men high fived like little children before falling over from laughter.