WHO: Friar Tuck, Merlin WHEN: Friday (yes forward dated but I am busyish tomorrow evening) WHERE: Merlin's comedy place farcical somethingwater WHAT: Just guys being pals WARNINGS: TBA
Tuck arrived at Merlin's comedy club, his leather jacket zipped up tight and a scarf up to his ears. His lanky form bowed against the chill in the air, which this year Tuck was experiencing much more intensely than before. Probably thanks to one corpse-preserving ice bath! He was wearing his heavy boots and his fingerless gloves and he probably looked a little ridiculous considering it wasn't anywhere near snowing yet. Any chill at all, these days, Tuck felt so intensely, and so he bundled up.
He slipped his gloves off as soon as he stepped inside, stowing them in his pockets. Then he craned his neck, looking around for Merlin as he blew hot air over the tips of his fingers.