WHO: Merlin, Friar Tuck WHEN: Tuesday Evening WHERE: Diogenes WHAT: So we meet again! WARNINGS: TBA
With Will sleeping in his own bed, Tuck made his way to Diogenes for a wind down drink. And you know...just maybe a casual run-in with Uzume if she was there! He ordered a drink and something to snack on at the bar and was about to make his way to a seat when he spotted Merlin sitting alone at a booth near the back.
Tuck hadn't been avoiding Merlin, as such, since Merlin had correctly predicted that he would end up as the sheriff's captive again. He still liked the man, despite the prophecy being entirely unhelpful. It was true, however, that he hadn't exactly gone out of his way to see the man either. Now that Merlin was in front of him, it was probably time to have a chat with him. He hardly wanted the prophecy to become more of an elephant in the room than it already was. It was all in the past anyway, eh?
Tuck neared Merlin's table, smiling at the man. He knew he was still visibly thinner than he used to be, and therefore he wore the proof of Merlin's prophecy all over him. He had a feeling Merlin knew already anyway. "Hi, Merlin," Tuck said, gesturing to the seat opposite him. "Any chance you've got space for a wayward reverend?"