Hadriel IC Contact

[nowherewolf]

James Tucker

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

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[nowherewolf]

thank me how?
is there dinner involved?

[evocation]

uh
my ribs are broken?
i'm pretty sure if you don't make me dinner you're a shitty friend.

[nowherewolf]

wow wtf i meant later
u can owe me ig
but i'm not comin over to ur bf's place to make dinner wtf lol
make him do it

[evocation]

oh my god.
why do you guys keep calling him my boyfriend?

[nowherewolf]

wait did hh do it too lmao
i'm just messin with u k

but r u gonna date him or

[evocation]

jesus.
why does everyone keep asking me that?

[nowherewolf]

alright fine i'll lay off
u've had enough bs for one day ig

[evocation]

that just means you're going to give me shit tomorrow.

[nowherewolf]

if i didn't i'd be a shitty friend

[evocation]

i hate you.

[nowherewolf]

xoxo

[evocation]

i'm not making you dinner.

[nowherewolf]

w o w
i mean ditto tho
like i said itd be weird if i just showed up at his place
unless he cant fucking cook for shit
can he cook for shit?

[evocation]

well
no

[nowherewolf]

omfg
hopeless
do u really want me to come make dinner?
so u can at least eat actual food?

[evocation]

yeah.
and so i can tell you how much of a dick you are in person.

[And also because she wants to hang out with him.]

[nowherewolf]

cool
i'll be by in a bit
gotta get some supplies

[evocation]

okay.
we'll be here.
and bring me some barbecue chips you asshole.

ACTION NOW!!!

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker does indeed bring her some bbq chips- the remnants of the bag he had last time. He hasn't eaten much out of it, so it's fine.

Meat is apparently both taboo and hard to get here, but he does manage to scrounge up one (1) slightly mushy large eggplant (?), some flour, and a jar of only a little bit expired pasta sauce. It... looks like pasta sauce anyway. The label is not in a human language. Whatever close enough. He crams it all in his backpack alongside a pan and a glass container he's been using to bake shit, and is at Wash's place in less than an hour.]

Knock knock, personal chef's here.

[evocation]

[Kyna's the one who answers. Hey, Tucker.]

You look like a lame personal chef to me. Where's all the knives?

[hardwearing]

[ Wash emerges from the bedroom to greet Tucker with one raised hand -- he's out of armor for a change. ]

Don't worry, I've got the knife front covered.

Hey Tucker.

[nowherewolf]

Hey. And good, 'cause none of mine are for cooking.

[He has daggers, not knives. Also, he's ignoring the lame comment because it's clearly not true.]

Hope you guys like Italian. You have any oil, by the way?

[He shuffles past Kyna and heads straight for the kitchen.]

[evocation]

Uh... Yeah, he does. Somewhere.

[She shoots Wash a slightly helpless look.]

[hardwearing]

It's in the cabinet above the microwave.

[ He's only actually used it a couple times, so there's plenty for whatever Tucker wants to make. ]

Kyna told you I can't cook for shit, huh?

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker dumps the things out of his bag onto the counter, then goes for the oil.]

She sure did, but don't feel bad, because she can't cook for shit, either. Lucky for you guys I'm not busy, huh?