And who knows, you may find home here too...

[duckducktutu]

Who? Duck and Herz (closed)
What? Duck is very, very homesick. Herz tries to help!
Where? Sergei's
When? The late late hours of the night tonight
Rating? No higher than PG, probably

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[havea_heart]

When the night drags, and Herz isn't sure if any late-night patrons will show, the teen goes walking. A lap or two around a deck, then he heads right on back to Sergei's. If no one's there, he takes another lap, or he settles into a booth with a book.

Tonight, when he returns, he's eager to see the a pink-haired girl curled up in one of his booths. At least, he is until the sounds of her crying reaches him. The Kansan approaches her slowly, crossing to the other side of the booth, leaning on the cushion as he addresses her. "Miss?" he asks. "Are...can--c-can I help you?"

[duckducktutu]

Duck startles and clings to her knees, looking up. Her eyes are swimming with tears, she fumbles to find words to talk. "Ah! I-I-I-I'm sorry, I-I can leave." She hiccups, and sniffles again. "I probably shouldn't be here th-this late, should I?"

She should have just gone to the pool on Deck 3...

[havea_heart]

"No. N-No, no, it's--it's fine."

Against probably his better judgment, Herz slips into the seat across from her. His thick eyebrows are knitted with concern.

"You're...y-you can stay here as--as long as you want. That's coming from--from a guy who works here. So, y'know, don't--don't let anyone else tell you different, okay?"

[duckducktutu]

"Oh!" She blinks a couple of times. She can't help but stare at those scars, and they make her really sad. Those are real scars, not like Fakir's birthmark, scars. "I-I, okay." She wipes at her eyes. She doesn't like crying in front of other people, not particularly.