Post by Kat on Dec 12, 2016 22:13:27 GMT
He had just gotten back from buying the essentials: food, soap, paints, a pack of cigarettes, beer.. He was planning on drinking the latter soon and maybe share a smoke with Ari if she was around. Perhaps he could even work a bit on that painting he had in his head. It had been haunting Willow's dreams for the good part of a few days now.
Of course as soon as he closed the door with his foot and set the bags on the table, his phone began to ring annoyingly. There was really only one person that called him and he dreaded picking up the phone. But he did not have an answering machine yet so he would have to answer the call in order to figure out what the hell it was his parole officer wanted.
He crossed over and picked it up from its wall mount, mumbling a short greeting into it. As the person on the other end spoke, his face fell. "Uh.. Yeah, I'll e there in a bit.."
He hung up the phone, in shock. Head down to the police station? He had followed every single ****ing rule and regulations for his parole.. Well, except a couple of times but he had been careful about not getting caught. Oh dear lord they must have found out about it all, that was the only possible explanation. **** he was going to be arrested and back to prison!
Willow glanced at the wall and walked over, knocking a bit louder than he usually did and listening for her. He pressed his ear against the wall, the only hint of how frightened he was in his eyes--though it was faint at best. "Ari, please be home.."
Even if they technically weren't friends and were just clients of one another, work partners, he couldn't leave without saying goodbye to her. If anything he was going to drink one last drink and smoke one last cigarette with her before he surrendered himself. Willow pulled away and crossed to the table, pulling out the pack of cigarettes and putting one between his lips before lighting the end with his lighter.