Hadriel IC Contact

[nowherewolf]

James Tucker

"Hey. Leave a message or just text me like a normal person. Later."

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[evocation]

[Engulfing is good. She could use a decent hug right now, anyway.]

Pfft. Yeah right. They'll totally pull some bullshit again. Maybe we should handcuff ourselves together.

[nowherewolf]

[He pulls back slightly so he can raise an eyebrow at her.]

What, so I can watch you and Wash suck face all the time? You really want me there for everything?

[evocation]

Shut up.

[She swats at his arm.]

You're just jealous I have a hot boyfriend and you're sleeping with a knock off version of Harlan.

[nowherewolf]

Ugh, fuck off.

[He rolls his eyes.]

They don't even look that much alike.

[Tucker....]

[evocation]

What? They totally look exactly alike. Newt just has a bunch of monster tattoos.

[nowherewolf]

Oh my god, no they don't? Newt doesn't have a beard, and he wears glasses, and I'm pretty sure he's shorter.

[No he's not.]

Plus he's like, European.

[evocation]

[She squints at him.]

Harlan is like, the whitest guy I know. Plus, if you shaved him and stuck some hipster glasses on him they'd be twins.

[nowherewolf]

I didn't mean he wasn't white, I mean he's not American. He's like, German or something. And Harlan's older.

[This is the hill he dies on, apparently.]

[evocation]

Look, Tucker, if you wanna fuck screechy Harlan, I'm not gonna stop you.