forum One on One RP anybody?

Started July 23, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Jack nodded. He chuckled. "Yeah. It's…it's really weird." he replied. "It feels weird, too." he shook his head a little. "And hey, at least you have some idea of how to maybe fix it."

Lincoln nodded, “And at least you ended up in an aspiring engineer’s house instead of a family’s like this one. What would you have done if you hadn’t met me or another mechanic?” He side glanced over to Jack.

"Yeah, that's true. I uhm…" He frowned a little, thinking. "I have no idea. I would have eventually figured out a way to contact the future, and told them what happened." He shrugged. "But that would have taken weeks."

Lincoln nodded, “Hopefully we would have met the street someplace. Then I still could have known you. It’s amazing how so many little things can make such big changes.” He breathed out a soft exhale.

Jack nodded a little. "Yeah." He agreed. "I'm…glad I met you, though." He reached over and brushed his knuckles against Lincoln's, giving him a small smile.

Lincoln smiled back and glanced down at their hands. “I’m glad I met you too…I don’t think I’ll ever meet anyone as interesting as you.”

Jack smiled again. "Yeah…me too. " He replied softly. He frowned a little. "Your friend is…taking a rather long time. Is something wrong?" He said suddenly, remembering what Tip had said about the future and that little girl.

“Oh, yeah, he just takes a while in the kitchen,” he answered, not seeming too concerned, “With being blind, I’m sure it takes some time to prepare food. But I’ll go check on him just in case,” he stood up.

"Alright." Jack replied. "Mind if I come with you?" He asked, standing as well. "And…can I have Tip back?" He added, raking a hand through his red hair.

“Oh Yes, of course,” he handed Tip back to him. He put his hands in his pockets once his hands were free again. He strolled towards the entrance of the kitchen, keeping a slow pace to make sure Jack followed.

Jack put Tip away, and then followed Lincoln. He hoped that Lincoln was right, and Graham was just taking a while because of being blind. He really did. By what Tip had said the first day, combined with this…maybe he was wrong. But he didn't know.

Lincoln pushes open the kitchen door. “Hey Graham? Are you doing alright, man?”

Graham lifted his face to Lincoln’s voice, “Oh, yes! The bread is on the counter there, sliced and on plates to the best of my abilities.” He gestured. He took a bite of his own slice.

Jack let out a soft sigh of relief. Oh good. He's okay. I don't know why I was worried. I just…I guess I didn't want to see what it would do to Lincoln if he was hurt. He reached out and brushed his hand against Lincoln's, giving him a quick smile.

The corner of Lincoln’s lips curled into a smile. Keeping his hand in contact with Jack’s, he reached out with his other hand to take a piece of bread from one of the plates. He took a bite, “Mm, compliments to your wife’s baking.”

Graham laughed, “I’ll tell her.”

Jack also took a piece of bread, a smile flashing across his face when he tried it. "Oh! That is pretty good." He agreed.

Graham’s own smile broadened. He leaned against the counter. “I’m glad! I’ll definitely tell her that both of our guests thoroughly enjoyed it. She’s a bit insecure about her baking, so she’ll be glad to hear an objective opinion.”

Jack chuckled. "Well, tell her that there's absolutely no reason for her to be insecure about it. It's delicious." He replied, taking another bite. He reached over and linked his fingers with Lincoln's loosely.

“I certainly will,” Graham chuckled.

Lincoln lightly squeezed Jack’s hand in return, “She makes the best gingerbread cookies too. You’ll have to try those before we leave.”

Jack smiled. "Ooh, I'm already excited." He replied, eyes alight. He rubbed his thumb lightly over Lincoln's knuckles, but didn't say a word about it.

“They’re in the oven now actually!” Graham inhaled through his nose, it smells delicious, doesn’t it?”

Lincoln agreed, “Oh yes.” He inched closer to Jack, close enough to let their shoulder sleeves lightly brush against each other.

Jack inhaled through his nose, and nodded. "Ooh yes. That does smell delicious." He agreed. He pressed his shoulder to Lincoln's gently, giving him a secretive, happy smile.

Lincoln returned the smile, glancing at him from the side.

Graham continued, ignorant of their subtle actions, “They do! They should be almost done, actually. They’ve been in there for about ten minutes, if I can guess time correctly.”

Jack nodded. "Mm." he smiled lightly. "Alright." he really did want to try the gingerbread cookies. He also wanted to go back to Lincoln's so they could talk, but…he supposed that that could wait.

Lincoln wanted to go home too, but he promised himself he wouldn’t forget about Tip. We go to the hardware store, and then home, he recited to himself, over and over in his head. He took another bite of the bread.

Graham tapped his fingers against the countertop, “looking” in the direction where he guessed the oven would be, based on his current direction. “It smells done. I should go get her, right? Oh, I’m so excited for you to try them! We’re hoping to have them entered into a baking contest some time. Well, I’m hoping.”

Jack smiled, and nodded. "Yeah, go get here." he grinned. "Ooh, you should. Lincoln and I can be your…practice judges or something." he replied, shrugging a little bit. He was excited to try the gingerbread.