The Intern2
cht is good, no?
After Doyle's prolonged sleep, I force him out of bed and we venture towards the prison again. A short while after the usual cavity search, Doyle and I continue to find Van Rook. "I think that lady guard has a thing for me, she winked me after the search!" Doyle whispers to me. "She's wearing contacts, doofus. I can tell." I tell Doyle. Doyle suddenly blushes. Because of our status, we're directed into the mess hall and see Van Rook stuffing his face with what appears to be pure kitchen grease. Van Rook notices us but keeps eating. "Good morning, Leonidas!" I say as brightly as possible. "Eh..." he replies. "Whatcha eatin'?" I ask in disgust. "These things called 'grits', they're amazing!" Van Rook says happily then returns to stuffing his face. I sigh in relief.
"Well, I'm here to just talk with you for the day, but just because I'm here doesn't mean you'll get perks!" I assure Van Rook. "Then why is he here?" Van Rook asks spitefully pointing to Doyle. "He's my brawn in a possible situation that there's gonna be trouble." I say tapping his arm. "Makes sense, he wasn't much use in the brains department, either!" Van Rook says before crossing his arms and laughing. I check Doyle to find him shaking and grinning attempting to hold back a punch. "Doyle, I think we can eat here. How about you go get a tray?" I say trying to direct him away from Van Rook as quickly as possible. I finally have time to talk to Van Rook. "How'd you like that gift I sent you yesterday?" I imply. Van Rook starts to blush in shock. "How'd you know I love matrioshka dolls?" he said quietly. "Doyle told me you were Russian and the idea just, came naturally!" I say. "Uh-huh, Doyle just told you how to get on my good side, didn't he?" Van Rook says slyly with one eyebrow raised. I laugh trying to hide that lie.
Doyle comes back with a better plate of food than anyone else. "Wow, good stuff here, huh, Aaron? Oh yeah... REAL GOOD!" Doyle says to me and Van Rook. Van Rook ignores him and continues to talk to me. "So, uh, I'm gonna know anyway, but how did you get here, anyway? Oh, and I know about cryptids and junk so you don't have to hide anything all, even though he's with me." I whisper to Van Rook pointing to Doyle who's stuffing his face. A bell sounds signalling that the lunch wave is over. I follow Van Rook into the workout area while Doyle looks through Van Rook's things to find the cryptid trafficking plans.
We step outside and Van Rook stops in front of me causing me to bump into him. He turns around and asks me, "Do you know how to make a rattail?" "No. But I'm good with hair." I reply. Van Rook shrugs as we find a flight to sit on while I try my best to braid his hair. "Well, I tried to do some illegal business with some poachers for cryptids to sell them, same old, same old. One of my former lovers were involved so I had to take action as to get her back!" "How that fly?" I ask dryly. "Very unsuccessfully, my crotch is in great pain to this day. Ugh!" Van Rook says while cringing. "That hurts what are you doing?" Van Rook barks me. "Separating the gray hairs from the black hairs. You didn't want a salt and pepper rattail did you?" I ask kindly. Van Rook frowns. "I'm sorry. I'm just mad since I'm in jail and the love of my life hates me." "Who's this love of your life happen to be?" I ask. "You know the redheaded idiot, right?" I nod. "His hot sister!" Van Rook says smiling. I nearly vomit thinking *Drew?!* "Wait, isn't she's taken?" I imply. "Don't remind me." Van Rook says sadly. "It isn't healthy to go after women you can't have." I advise. Van Rook sighs and falls into my lap. "If it cheers you up, my mother's single!" I say brightly. Van Rook suddenly perks up. "Depends – how old are we talking here?" I whisper it in his ear. Van Rook replies with an excited "Ooh!!" "Two weeks left, Leo, keep this up and you'll be out in only 4 years!" Van Rook pouts me playfully as I smile cheesily. "Chat is good then, no?" Van Rook says sarcastically.