Sick to the Stomach (CLOSED)

[bardbarous]

Who: Tuck bardbarous and Anakin facultative
What: Tuck finds Anakin during Obi-wan's dinner party and confronts him
When: Night of June 7th
Where: Outskirts of Cassandra by the woods


[ Down a worn path at the end of the paved street is where Tuck eventually finds Anakin. The young man's likely to see him coming as his spirit-imbued ax always glows a beautiful amethyst. The perfect built-in lantern for a creepy wooded area.

In his big hand is a plate of food and a fork. But what might be weirder (your mileage may vary) is the very fresh gouge in the middle of his chest where blood has flowed and subsequently dried. ]

Hey, what the fuck, I thought you were gonna be at the dinner.

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[facultative]

[Anakin had declined the invitation when it had arrived. Obi-Wan had asked for space and that was far too many people than he was comfortable with even on a good day.

Tuck finds him as he's looking around for somewhere to spend the night. He hadn't slept in the same place two nights in a row for a while now. It made it harder to track him down as he knew some people would have something to say if they knew what he was doing.

If Tuck is still walking despite the gouge in his chest, then it couldn't be that important and he's willing to ignore it for now.]

I never said I was going.

[bardbarous]

[ Lucky for Tuck, he has a few tricks up his armbands when ferreting out sulking hermits. ]

Well! Maybe you should've told someone so they could've told me! I came ready with cue cards—

[ That's when he goes for his loincloth and realises, ]

Oh shiiiit! I forgot 'em on the table! I was gonna wreck you this time! I had it all worked out!

[facultative]

Why do you need cue cards to 'wreck' me?

[His confusion turns to a shit-eating grin.]

Wait, is it because you need all the help you can get?

[bardbarous]

No! I just—my words get stuck, and—writing things down keeps me calmer!

[ It takes some time, but Tuck gets it out in sputtering sentence fragments. Something about Anakin grates on his already sensitive nerves. Probably because they are more alike than they realize. ]

Whatever, it's fine. [ As swiftly as Tuck's anger comes on, it always evaporates, too. Besides, he never beats the man with insults. ] I work better off the cuff, anyway.

[ Without Anakin's permission, Tuck squats down in front of him, then kicks out his legs to sit down cross-legged. The plate piled high with food rests on his knee between them. Tuck spears a potato and eats it, staring thoughtfully at the other man. ]

[facultative]

[His raised eyebrow only goes higher when Tuck decides to eat there. Is he meant to stick around and wait for him to finish?]

Are you going to return the plate after you're done?

[He likes that plate.]

[bardbarous]

[ Confused, he looks down briefly, then shrugs. ]

Yeah, I guess so. You can take it back with you. If you're ever going back.

[ Because Tuck has no clue what is going through the young man's mind. If this were his family, he would be front and center. Likely yelling at most of them, but still! ]

[facultative]

At least lick the plate clean when you're done and I guess I could pass it to Artoo later.

[Or maybe he'd wait until Obi-Wan had left the house for the day and he'd drop by long enough to give it a scrub and leave it to dry. Either way he doesn't fancy holding onto a food encrusted plate for any length of time hence his request.]