Friar Tuck Everlasting (friartuck) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-07-05 14:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | friar tuck, will scarlet |
Who: Friar Tuck and Will Scarlet
What: Dinner and some pleas
When: Sunday night? Or maybe Monday
Where: Parsonage
Warnings/Notes: TBA
Will was on his way over and Tuck was trying to focus on cooking their meal. Mostly he was caught up in wondering if Will would be safe on his way. If things between himself and Will would be okay. If that weird feeling in his stomach whenever he thought about Will would ever leave him alone.
Blue smoke rose from the skillet and Tuck looked down at it, swearing. "Fucking bacon!" he hissed, poking at it. It was a little more charred than it should be, but still edible. "Shit, shit-" He moved the skillet off the stove and leaned back against the counter, the palms of his hands dig into his eyes.
Just keep breathing, you ridiculous man. Though maybe don't inhale the smoke, eugh!
Tuck waved his hands around frantically, trying to dissipate the grease smoke, though he probably resembled a loon swatting at invisible bugs. And of course that was when Will arrived.