“Why did you leave? Martyn asks out of the blue one night while the two were tasked with baking treats for jingle jam.
Rt hummed. in reality, there's a million and one reasons why. It traces back to one person though.
“There was the dude, Will, I was assigned to watch over him. Eventually, I grew attached. He reminded me of what it meant to be human again. Not in a way I've felt since I was taken” rt explains while rolling out the Jafa dough.
“Would i have met him?” Martyn questions, grabbing the bucket full of cookie cutters. damn, Lewis for having a massive collection.
Rt makes a 50/50 gesture with his hand now covered in flour. “You might have. He's done MCC before.”
“Didn't you do MCC? I swear I saw you there once.” marytn asks, carefully judging each one to find out what would be best for these jaffas.
“Yeah, I used to. Grian almost killed me there.” Rt says casually like that isn't a big deal.
“He did what?” Martyn blurts out nearly dropping the bucket full of cookie cutters.
“Apparently he didn't realize I deflected. Didn't turn out so well for me” Rt says while doing air quotes.
“Damn, dude that's rough. Have you made contact with your old friend?” Martyn interrogates.
“Nahh. why would I? I was just a fool assigned to Watch over him. It's better to keep my distance.” Rt mutters.
Meanwhile, Wilbur has lost something. However, for the life of him, he can't remember what. Tallulah’s flute is drying outside, Tallulah herself is right next to him, he has his keys on him, and his guitar case is over on the bed. Possible he left something in there?
“You know Tallulah, I feel like I've forgotten something,” he mutters looking over the case. Tallulah follows his gaze, making quick work of the latches. Only then does Tallulah then pulls out an old Warcoat from the depths of Wilbur's guitar case. Or at least it was a war coat. Now it's the remains of one used to protect Willbur’s precious guitar.
“OH SHIT RT”
