WHO: Much and Oedipus WHEN: Wednesday morning WHERE: The Theban Cycle WHAT: Much is restless so it's time to play 20 questions with the boss! WARNINGS: Probably none?
Much was polishing the head of an old bust and feeling antsy.
He was feeling antsy about the Sheriff, at large, planning his next dental encounter with one of the Merry Men. Who was it going to be next? Alan? Was he going to break all Alan’s fingers so he could never play again? Was he going to take on Little John? Was he going to have a go at Tuck, before his ribs were fully healed from Guy’s last go? Or Leila? Much knew she was part of Rob's plan and had no doubt she was tough but... augh.
He was feeling antsy about Marian. She’d been in the land of fairy tales for so long. At least the Sheriff hadn’t disappeared at the same time, which would have been extra terrifying, but still. Much missed her. Much missed the way Robin was when he was around her. She had this ability make Robin... more Robin. Much didn’t know how to describe it, but it was real, and it was important, and he was a little jealous that he didn’t have that effect on anyone. It came from having such a patchwork collection of stories, no solid foundation, no consistently defined relationships with anyone – not like Rob and Marian had. Much didn’t really like dwelling on this, he’d rather just get on the with the heady business of living, but sometimes, it bothered him.
And he was feeling antsy about this party. All the other guys were being weird about it. Tuck sounded like he was only going for the food and Alan sounded like he was in it for the music and wanky poetry and Will was a little incomprehensible when it came to Luna and her freaky-rich god bosses. No one else seemed to be throwing themselves into the idea that a bit of wealth distribution was in order and it pissed him off. He wanted to go rant at Robin but didn’t want to dump anything else in their leader's lap. Nah, if Much had to do this by himself, Much was gonna do it by himself.
Or - he chewed his thumb for a second, looking at his phone, then sent Leila a message.
Then he sat back and waited.
Much wasn't very good at waiting.
Also, it was a dead day in the shop today. A grand total of two customers had come in and neither of them had tried anything on. Much liked it when they tried something on. He liked trying to figure out how valuable something was, but mostly he liked their stories. Made things interesting. Today, things were very much not interesting. So to distract himself from all the things he couldn’t do anything about, Much was chatting.
“Get a load of this guy,” he said, holding up a framed picture of Napoleon. “You ever meet him?”