tentatively voice tests this oc

[vanallen]

Yo, Mun, I totally appreciate the thought, don't get me wrong, but--

Don't you have better things to do? Hell, nevermind that, I have better things to do. You have a to-do list a mile fuckin' long, so why don't you get to it? There are things there that are more important than dickin' around with me. Hard to believe, I know.

So go on. Go, get. Shoo. Jesus Christ, I feel like I'm talkin' to one of the damn three year olds. Fuckin' go.

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[nolessthanseven]

If you ask me, you should be flattered she wants to take you anywhere.

[vanallen]

Flattered that she wants to uproot me and toss me into some cracked-ass game because she's bored? Yeah right.

[nolessthanseven]

Well, you can take it however you want. Glass half-empty or half-full, there's still nothing you can do about it if she does want to take you somewhere.

[willberedeemed]

Well let's hope that isn't how you speak to a three year old...

[ someone looks highly amused. he is also a hypocrite saying that, oh well. ]

The fact that she has other things to do is probably the whole reason as to why she is paying attention to you. Enjoy it while it lasts.

[dawnbringer]

I think you might need to define 'better' in this instance, love.

[vanallen]

How about glass completely empty? [ He's not the most optimistic person, to be honest. ] You mean pitching the world's biggest bitch fit won't help? Damn.

[nolessthanseven]

Only if it was full of vodka and you slammed it back. [because if you're going to be that pessimistic, may as well not make it water at all.] Not so far as I can tell. But you're welcome to try.

[vanallen]

That's exactly how I speak to the three year olds. If they don't hear it from me, they're gonna hear it from some other asshole anyway.

[ Except he doesn't say it when their foster mother is around. Donna will go Foster Monster on him if he does. ]

Yeah, I'll enjoy it about as much as I'd enjoy a fuckin' root canal.

[vanallen]

Better as in not wasting energy and this bullshit. [ Siblings to care for, money to make, asses to kick. You know, the usual. ] Whatever this bullshit even is.

[vanallen]

Sounds like a sweet deal to me. [ His gaze flickers over her a moment, then he grins. ] Speakin' of, we could ditch this completely and get a drink, if you wanted.

[willberedeemed]

Really? You don't even wait until they are four before pulling out that language? Tsk tsk. BUt I suppose it is nobel of you to break it to them before someone else...

[ he should probably be upset, but he is leaning towards amused again. someone fails pretty hard at being righteous sometimes.

an eyebrow twitches at that and Gabriel looks like he is contemplating something]

You know, you could be highly masochistic and actually enjoy root canals, I know a few people like that so...

[dawnbringer]

... your attention to detail in that description is astounding. [ somehow, he manages to make that not sound insulting, Hel actually sounds impressed.] And I think this bullshit is more commonly known as being at the beck and call of our muns. It's almost tragic but mostly entertaining.

[ here, have a freakishly blinding and friendly grin.] You should probably just roll with it, maybe if you don't put up a fight she will lose interest?

[vanallen]

Yeah, well. Dropping the fuck word in front of them a few times isn't gonna kill them.

[ Plus, it's basically a preview for the rest of their lives. They're foster kids, life is gonna be shitty for them anyway. ]

You know some pretty fucked up people, dude.

[nolessthanseven]

[she smirks right back. Because why not.]

Oh, I bet we could. Where did you have in mind?

[vanallen]

[ He's pretty sure that was meant to be insulting, but he doesn't seem to care. Mostly because he can't figure out of you're a dude or a chick, and apparently that makes a difference for him. ]

I ain't at anybody's beck and call. She can forget it. [ He looks briefly amused though at that last part. ] Too fuckin' bad I never learned how to not put up a fight.

[vanallen]

The shop I work at. Boss keeps some bottles of liquor in his office. [ Boss who also happens to be his foster father, but we'll not mention that. ] Place is closed for the day, too.

[willberedeemed]

No, it certainly won't.

[ it almost looks like he has something else to say, but he swallows it down. no sense in sounding like Mika. he doesn't think that his innate optimistic nature would be all to appreciated here.

though he snorts a laugh at the observation.] You have no idea. But it certainly keeps life interesting...

[nolessthanseven]

Ooh, classy. Stealing from your employer.

[dawnbringer]

[ gender-schmender, Hel isn't going to do anything to give that away. for someone who is actually painfully kind he does enjoy watching people try to figure it out.]

Hmm, that's what they all say, but you are here now, are you not? [ it isn't meant to be cruel, just a stated fact that is dulled with a smile.] A fighter then? Well that means things will be infinitely more interesting for you indeed. Hopefully you are not adverse to that?

[vanallen]

Yeah, that's me. Classy as hell. I'll replace whatever shit we take anyway. [ Otherwise Oscar might legit kill him. ] You in?

[nolessthanseven]

Well, if you're replacing it, then I guess I'm in.

[vanallen]

[ This is unfortunate. Because Hel's cute, and he's really unsure if he's thinking a dude's cute right now.

He's also ignoring that first part because fuck you that's why. ] Nah. I can do interesting. Hell, I can do batshit. But this is beyond batshit.

[dawnbringer]

[ well then, TYler can just go on thinking Hel is cute and forget about whatever might be between his legs. because, really, Hel is cute and that is all that matters.

and really now. there is truth in that statement and you know it. don't go ignoring things just because they are right.] Oh? And how do you define batshit? I am rather curious.

[vanallen]

Sweet. [ Then he offers her a hand that's rough from years of working with vehicles, knuckles and fingers littered with scars. ] What's your name?

[nolessthanseven]

[his hand matches hers, though hers is perhaps considerably more delicate. Littered with scars all the same, though.]

Isabelle Lightwood. My friends call me Izzy. Yours?

[vanallen]

Yeah, I'll fuckin' bet. But there are a hell of a lot of things that are interesting and more fun than fuckin' root canals.

[ You and your friends are fucking weird dude, okay. ]

[vanallen]

[ U g h.

He lets out a not-so-quiet scoffing sound. ] You didn't like my definition of better, so why the hell should I tell you this one?

[vanallen]

[ He leads her along by the hand. The station isn't too far from here. Just a couple of blocks walk. ]

Tyler Vanallen. But my friends call me Ty.

[nolessthanseven]

[at least it's a nice time for walking.]

Pleasure to meet you.

So, Ty. What do you do?

[vanallen]

[ That's true, it is. Not that walking in the dead of winter in a thin hoodie has ever really bothered him anyway.

There's about a million things he could say that, but most of them are inappropriate, and she's a pretty girl. That's rude. He chooses something a little less inappropriate. ]

Impress the hell outta good-lookin' girls.

[ Well, we did say a little. ]

Nah. I work on cars. Not that exciting.

[nolessthanseven]

[if that's the high point of inappropriate, then he's not doing too badly. At the very least, she smirks and looks appropriately amused.] I don't know that I can vouch for that just yet. Keep trying.

[she shrugs one shoulder, smirk growing wider into a more proper smile.]

You're right, that's not that exciting. But it does mean you're good with your hands.

[vanallen]

Will do. [ He flashes her a grin, eyes dropping down to their joined hands curiously. ]

Sure fuckin' am. Maybe you'll be able to experience it first hand. [ No pun intended, of course. ]

[nolessthanseven]

[she's intrigued, at least. And that's why he gets custody of her hand for the time being.]

Oh, maybe. Who really knows, right? Maybe if I play my cards right.