Will's life hasn't included relationships that precipitate the need to have things like condoms on hand, and he can't remember the last time he purchased any. The brand names mean nothing to him, and there are so many varieties, the differences between them minute and useless. They'll buy condoms tonight to fit their projected image, but they won't use them; Peter and Giacomo would, their affair clandestine and possibly outside of relationships they've temporarily left behind, but Hannibal and Will have already shared their various fluids, and only seek to do more of the same in the future.
"Hmm," Will hums in a way that would fit Peter's persona, stepping forward to take a box off a peg, turning it over in his hands to read the packaging. It's in French, and he only understands a few of the words, but he says a few out loud as if he's reading and comprehending. "These will do," he tells Giacomo with a small smile and a blush, handing the box to Hannibal. He lets his gaze linger on Hannibal's face for another few seconds before he turns to take a tube of lubricant, one that looks like a good size, branding benign. He hands that to Hannibal as well, still wearing that sly little grin.
"Anything else?" he asks, leaning into Hannibal's space and lowering his voice, acting like he's pretending to get away with something that is overtly, plainly obvious.
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Date: 2016-08-14 07:26 am (UTC)"Hmm," Will hums in a way that would fit Peter's persona, stepping forward to take a box off a peg, turning it over in his hands to read the packaging. It's in French, and he only understands a few of the words, but he says a few out loud as if he's reading and comprehending. "These will do," he tells Giacomo with a small smile and a blush, handing the box to Hannibal. He lets his gaze linger on Hannibal's face for another few seconds before he turns to take a tube of lubricant, one that looks like a good size, branding benign. He hands that to Hannibal as well, still wearing that sly little grin.
"Anything else?" he asks, leaning into Hannibal's space and lowering his voice, acting like he's pretending to get away with something that is overtly, plainly obvious.