Hadriel IC Contact

[nowherewolf]

James Tucker

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

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[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?

[evocation]

Fuck off.

[Kyna swats at Tucker's arm.]

I can cook. You just don't deserve it. Ever.

[hardwearing]

[ Wash leans against the counter, watching them. ]

She's cooked for me. It was definitely better than anything I've made.

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker continues rooting around in Wash's cabinets until he comes up with a bowl, too.]

Yeah, okay, if you can cook then I'm gonna stop letting you mooch off me all the time. Where're those knives at?

[evocation]

Hey, my ribs are broken. I'm like... suffering and shit.

[And now Wash gets to witness just how obnoxious Kyna is with Tucker. She shoots Wash a conspiratorial smile over her shoulder.]

Tell him he should totally be cooking for me, Wash.

[hardwearing]

[ He reaches over and pulls open the drawer with the knives, then looks a bit like a deer in headlights when asked to take a side. ]

Uh. I mean, someone should feed you something decent.

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker grabs one of the larger, sharper-looking knives and points it at Kyna, mock-threateningly.]

Don't make him pick sides. And why the hell do you think I'm here? You think I'm gonna make all this food and then make you watch me eat it?

[He picks up the bag of chips, one-handed, and tosses them at her.]

Appetizer.

[evocation]

[Kyna sticks her tongue out at Tucker oh-so maturely, and then, because her dex score is trash, almost fumbles the bag of chips. Don't you dare say anything, Tucker.]

Thanks.

[And then she sidles back over to Wash, bumping her hip into his.]

Sorry. I was just kidding.

[hardwearing]

[ Kyna bumps against him and Wash's eyes dart to Tucker to see if he noticed -- if he disapproves in any way, before he makes any move to touch her back. He's still fully expecting to get a shovel talk from either Tucker or Harlan at some point. ]

It's fine.

What are you making, Tucker?

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker notices- there's not a lot he doesn't notice. But he doesn't say anything, and he doesn't make a face. Instead he busies himself putting the pan on the stove, putting the oil in the pan, and starting to chop up the eggplant.]

A surprise. Wait. Do you even have Italy where you're from? I lose track of all the different worlds and shit.

[evocation]

[Kyna knows that Tucker is going to notice, and she mentally prepares for him to give her some shit about Wash being her boyfriend later, because Tucker is the worst.]

Uh... He's from like, future Earth. Except he wasn't actually born on Earth. But Earth's a thing.

[hardwearing]

[ Only when Tucker doesn't react does Wash shift, slipping an arm around Kyna to keep her against his side. It's sort of nerve-wracking, being in contact when there's someone around to see. ]

I was born on an outer colony world. But yeah, there's still Italy back on Earth. And we had Italian on Minab -- as close as we could get, anyway.