WHO: Will Scarlet, Sheriff of Nottingham WHEN: Tuesday evening WHERE: Dungeon WHAT: Malcolm being a dickhead WARNINGS: TBA
Malcolm had left Will alone since Saturday night. Not that Will hadn't made his presence known. The damn man seemed committed to being the most annoying prisoner ever. He sang folk ballads and forest tunes and then literally anything at the top of his lungs, and Malcolm wanted to go down there and just shoot the little shit, but he knew Will was trying to provoke a response. So instead he stayed away, making his point by cooking quite aromatic things and opening the basement down so the smell would waft into the cells.
Of course that seemed to make Will sing all the louder.
Malcolm finally headed down to the cells on Tuesday night, carrying a takeaway box and some plastic cutlery. He stepped into the basement, flicking on the lights, and took in the sight of Will. "Quite the little nightingale, aren't you?"