WHO: Friar Tuck, Will Scarlet WHEN: End of June, 2044 - the day after this WHERE: Farmhouse room WHAT: Brainwashinnggggg WARNINGS: TBA
Tuck awoke the next morning, the second the lights flashed on. He groaned and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. His back was sore from sleeping on a shitty mattress, but it was for a worthy cause. He had spent time the day before, working with Will to repeat the phrase 'I will learn to do better'. Of course he was acting like it wasn't his idea, even though it was. He acted like it was frustrating to do, but they just had to put their whole selves into it as much as they could. And today was going to reinforce that.
He heard footsteps outside the door, and he stretched a little. "Breakfast," he mumbled to Will, and he reached out to lay a hand on Will's side. Then the flap went, and Tuck turned his head to see the food which had been pushed through the flap. He sat up instantly. "W-Will!" he said, before crawling over to the food, because it was different. It was better. Porridge which smelled divine, covered in cinnamon and apple slices. And one egg and one slice of bacon each. "Holy shit."