[ Rule 08 ] [ Voice // English ]

[ilikesoap]

[The comm comes to life with a gentle click. Tyler's voice is strangely calm.]

Question of the day...

If you could fight anyone on this boat, excluding of course our amazing Captain, who would you fight?

It doesn't matter if it doesn't make sense. Say the first name that comes to mind.

[He's curious to see who responds and who doesn't.]

And, since I'm

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[meinxxherz]

[Erol.]

Why exclude the--th-the Captain? Just...getting rid of the easiest answer?

[ilikesoap]

[If Herz hadn't of answered he'd be in the running for a visit. Though chances are he'll get one anyway.]

Yep. Think about it, how many people on this tugboat has Redd pissed off at some point? For the sake of variety I say we leave him out of this.

How about you, Herz? Who would you fight if you had to?

[meinxxherz]

I--I don't like to--t-to fight.

[Erol. Erol. Erol. Erol.]

[ilikesoap]

So you told me last time but I still say you've got a wicked punch on you. A bit more refining and you'd be able to take on just about anyone.

[Tyler's darn affectionate of Herz.]

Besides, this is a hypothetical question. Anyone at all. Hell, you can say me if you want.

[Come on Herz, do it for the team.]

[meinxxherz]

Nnn-no, I...

I-I don't have anyone.

[Dude, he's already talking to you. He'd HEAR. Then Herz's ass would be grass! Or worse than grass!

Herz may need that visit.]

[ilikesoap]

[Worry not Herz, Tyler's already on his way. In fact in the background one might hear the familiar ding of the elevator.]

Well that's a damn shame. Like I said, you got potential.

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[meinxxherz]

[The only potential he's ever had is how epically can he get his ass kicked THIS time.

Herz doesn't bother responding, just goes back to cleaning silverware.]

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[ilikesoap]

[He let's the conversation drop, choosing instead to travel at a relaxed pace and make his way to Sergei's. Whether Herz intended it or not, Tyler is reading this as an invitation to catch up with the kid one on one and away from the listening ears.

A few minutes pass and Tyler appears, making his way through the tables to lean against the bar.]

Herz.

[He's not yelling or ordering, rather just making sure that his presence is known. Tyler lights a cigarette while he waits.]

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[meinxxherz]

[Slipping on his glasses, the teen pokes his head out of his kitchen. The country song he has on in the background can be heard a little clearer.

He smells the cigarette before he sees it. It reminds him he hasn't had one himself since the incident with Keats. He kinda wants one now.

Of course, then he focuses on the person smoking the cigarette. He's a little weary, considering what they'd just been speaking about over the comms...Best just ignore it.]

Uhh, you--you hungry, Jack?

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[ilikesoap]

[Tyler's watching the doorway for a sign of his favourite cook. The man pauses to listen to the song and, arms folded, leans a little further over the counter.

He smirks around his cigarette when Herz appears and gives a lazy wave. When Herz speaks, Tyler cracks a grin.]

Nice try, kid.

[He laughs, genuinely amused at the hopeful name calling.]

Got any of that... what was it.. jalaj? lajah..?

[Pause.]

The good stuff?

[Food first, and then it's time for some important conversation.]

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[meinxxherz]

Not fresh.

[He jerks his head towards the kitchen, nudging the door open wider.]

Come--c-come in--I'll, uh, I-I--I can whip some up.

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[ilikesoap]

[An invitation to enter the sacred realm of cooking? Tyler sure as hell is going to leap at that. Besides, he's caught on that Herz has something more to say.]

Sounds good. It's been forever since I ate that stuff.

[Tyler's keeping up pretences and following along. The moment they're in the kitchen, his cheery expression fades a bit and he gives Herz a slightly accusing, questioning look.]

[meinxxherz]

[If he sees your look, he's pointedly ignoring it. First order of business is to turn on the lights and turn down the music. The latter is partly done out of embarrassment, but also...well. Herz isn't stupid. Soon he's off busying himself with banging around the kitchen, getting all the ingredients together, and eventually begins psyching himself up for using the big cleaver so affectionately named Joe.

First things first--chopping up the vegetables.]

[ilikesoap]

[Tyler's neglecting whatever knowledge he has of good kitchen hygiene and taking a seat on one of the counters, sitting that he can watch Herz with minimum effort. He says nothing while he watches the kid obtain his ingredients.

And then work with the cleaver starts. Tyler raises his eyebrows and lets out a low, impressed whistle.]

You got some fancy knifework going on there, kid.

[meinxxherz]

[The word makes his stomach flop and he has to stop. Just for a moment. He tries to cover up the abrupt pause with a chuckle and a muttered 'thank you.']

[ilikesoap]

[Tyler stares, brow creasing.]

It's not Jack you're hanging with and you know it. Now, you gonna talk or not?