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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[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!