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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[driftingright]

"Aw, not master," he says, just a bit embarrassed and ducking his head with a grin.

"Sorry about the fish being hollow... I could try one of the other fish shops tomorrow?"

[coeurinflexible]

"No, it's fine, It's jut strange.." he murmurs and pulls his fish to pieces, coughing for a moment and then having to drop the fish and brace against a rock to cough hard and long and wet - ultimately spitting a black mass into the rocks, into a plastic sack he's ferreted away lest any of that stuff gets back into the water.

"That-" Heave. "That's the best part, why leave it out?

[driftingright]

Raleigh's immediately upright, clapping his hand to Yancy's back to help him hack up the clump of... whatever that poison is, concern clear on his face. He wants to ask if Yancy's okay, but he won't. Because Yancy won't give him an honest answer. And Raleigh doesn't really want to hear the honest one, not when he can still remember their mother hacking up the black stuff and wasting away.

"Guess humans have crap taste?" he offers weakly with a smile that feels ready to wobble right off his face.

[coeurinflexible]

No that... it's better not to talk about. There's nothing to be said.

"I guess so," He answers, voice gruff and raw. Yancy dips down into the water to soothe his throat before coming back for his dinner.

"You did good, though," he says through a mouthful of sole. "This is good."

[driftingright]

"Good. You can have it all, I had some while I was in town," he says, relaxing back down next to Yancy. "Someone said 'honey' could help your coughing, by the way, so I'll see if I can find some of that tomorrow."

[coeurinflexible]

Offer or not he doesn't listen and still pushes half his portion to his brother and fixes him with a look that means eat it or else.

"I thought honey was a term of endearment."

Absently, moving on as though he hadn't just made a threat.

[driftingright]

Yaaaaaaaaaaance no, that's for the sick one, so Raleigh just shoots him back another look that's more mule than anything before nudging the fish back to his brother's side.

"Me too, but apparently there's something else that's called 'honey'. I'll ask around."