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RH: Taste
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)
Pairing: Allan/Will
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Grown men should not be running around playing tig or whatever. Based a little on the brief RP 'verse that me and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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over_look. Broken English on Djaq's part is intentional.
Much watched, somewhat mystified, as Allan leaned close to Will with a teasing look on his face and Will simply dodged, delving his hand into a pocket for a handful of herbs which he pushed into Allan's mouth -- too quickly for Allan to, likewise, dodge. It didn't make any sense to Much, and when he raised an eyebrow at Djaq he -- she -- just rolled her eyes and went on with doing something else in that capably casual manner of hers.
"What are they doing?" he enquired, finally, mostly of thin air, since it didn't seem likely that anyone else would answer. Djaq rolled her eyes again, screwing the lid onto a small flask.
"Playing games."
Much raised an eyebrow slightly, giving them a critical look. "They certainly look it. But why?"
Djaq rolled her eyes again, putting the concoction down carefully and speaking slowly and clearly -- as if to an idiot. Much resented that treatment rather, even if it'd been occassionally been proved to be true. Very occassionally. "Allan keeps trying to kiss Will. He has herbs in hand and -- " she broke off, shrugging.
"Kiss him?"
"But he taste bad," the infuriating woman said, as if that was a response.
Much thought about it for a while. And then remembered what Allan had been eating lately and decided that he fully agreed with Will's method of dealing with things -- even if he didn't entirely approve of Allan kissing Will all over the place.
Pairing: Allan/Will
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Grown men should not be running around playing tig or whatever. Based a little on the brief RP 'verse that me and
candywrapper had after "Turk Flu"; written for over_look. Broken English on Djaq's part is intentional.Much watched, somewhat mystified, as Allan leaned close to Will with a teasing look on his face and Will simply dodged, delving his hand into a pocket for a handful of herbs which he pushed into Allan's mouth -- too quickly for Allan to, likewise, dodge. It didn't make any sense to Much, and when he raised an eyebrow at Djaq he -- she -- just rolled her eyes and went on with doing something else in that capably casual manner of hers.
"What are they doing?" he enquired, finally, mostly of thin air, since it didn't seem likely that anyone else would answer. Djaq rolled her eyes again, screwing the lid onto a small flask.
"Playing games."
Much raised an eyebrow slightly, giving them a critical look. "They certainly look it. But why?"
Djaq rolled her eyes again, putting the concoction down carefully and speaking slowly and clearly -- as if to an idiot. Much resented that treatment rather, even if it'd been occassionally been proved to be true. Very occassionally. "Allan keeps trying to kiss Will. He has herbs in hand and -- " she broke off, shrugging.
"Kiss him?"
"But he taste bad," the infuriating woman said, as if that was a response.
Much thought about it for a while. And then remembered what Allan had been eating lately and decided that he fully agreed with Will's method of dealing with things -- even if he didn't entirely approve of Allan kissing Will all over the place.
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*memories*
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