Yancy Becket Open RP Post

[coeurinflexible]

"For he was the kind of man who would give up everything he was for the
glimmer of a hope of a chance to make peace for his loved ones.
The sort of loved who gave without reserve and asked nothing in return but for a chance at the same."

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[coeurinflexible]

mmmmhmm [Hummed without turning around. He reaches and roots around in the spice rack for the salt and pepper.]

Sure is.

[But he hasn't started cooking anything for it yet. That was always Raleigh. And oh God is he so tired of explaining away her absence.]

[tonitrophobia]

[Raleigh is taking care of her sick father, off in Delaware. They don't know how long she'll be away. Yancy and Jazmine are doing the best they can without her. Luckily, their parishioners are more than happy to try and make their lives easier during this time of family tragedy, which reminds her, she probably shouldn't be sitting around naked in front of her "brother."

She hops off the counter and steps closer so that when she rises up to her tip-toes, she can kiss the hinge of his jaw.]

I'll take care of it.

[coeurinflexible]

Will you? [He perks and flashes a smile, leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead.]

You're a good girl. I was thinking cornbread. Nice and easy, huh?

[tonitrophobia]

I can do cornbread. [Glancing around, she hums a little to herself, tapping her fingers against her hipbones as she stands with her hands on her hips.] Muffins, probably, since those are easier to serve to multiple people...

[She starts to head out of the kitchen, intending to go take a proper shower so that she'll be completely clean when she goes to start baking.]

I'll need the keys to the church, though. Bigger kitchen.

[coeurinflexible]

You know where they are. w'll go together. [He calls after her, finishing his task for her to eat when she re-emerges. He has some things to do over there anyway. Ferret around and start putting tables and chairs out. Waste some time until it's late enough to take care of the body in his basement.]

[tonitrophobia]

[She comes down half an hour later, her hair wet, dressed properly in a pair of cut-off shorts and a t-shirt she stole from Yancy years ago knotted at her waist, her hair braided over her shoulder so that it won't dry in a frizzy mess.

There are no complaints when it comes time to wolf down her dinner, even though it's a little too peppery for her tastes, and she smiles at Yancy over her plate as he finishes his jar of blood.]

You going to be okay tomorrow?

[coeurinflexible]

Course. [He gives a half shrug and sips his jar.]

Same as always. This one will be big I think so hopefully there will be a ton of left overs we can open up to the outreach program this weekend.

[tonitrophobia]

[She nods, nibbling at a zucchini medallion, twirling her fork as she bites off the dark green skin in methodical little chomps before finishing the softer, pale center.]

I'll talk to Susan and Mrs Gregory about volunteers. I think we can get a handful on board to help set up if we use the phone tree.

[coeurinflexible]

[Right, and he's the strange eater.]

Not a bad plan. This is why you're the thinker.

[tonitrophobia]

What can I say? [She smirks, smug, and bites down on another zucchini.] I'm just smarter than you.

[coeurinflexible]

Can't be helped. Newer model and all. [Coming the lean forward and rest his forearms on the surface of the island.]

I just can't compete.

[tonitrophobia]

It's good that you realize this now. [She leans over her plate to plant a smacking kiss on his lips.] Save you some misery in the long run.

[coeurinflexible]

That's the idea. Surround myself with the best and then I don't have to do anything.

[tonitrophobia]

[She scoffs, popping the last veggie in her mouth and then scoots her plate over to him, batting her eyelashes.] Please?

[coeurinflexible]

[A beat and he scoffs, taking the plate and rolling his eyes.]

Go get your shoes on. We'll hit the grocery store and get those muffins started, yeah?

[tonitrophobia]

[Hah. Victory. She grins at him, bright and sunny, and hops off the stool she's been perched on so that she can flounce out of the room to go find her shoes.]

Thanks, Daddy!