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[ slumps down on the ground and sighs, gently nudging his laptop to the side. looks around his room, finding himself a little bored despite having so much he could do. it leads him into thinking, though for once it's nothing bad even if his nose crinkles up at this sudden urge in his chest.

ruffles his own hair with both of his hands, letting out an "augh" to himself. finally caves in after mulling it over in his mind, sighing as he pulls himself up. he's still in his daytime clothing, not really feeling the need to get into his pajamas just yet. it makes it easier for him to drag along his ipod, as usual. into a pocket it goes, out of the room nathan goes, and saying goodbye to his safe haven for now comes & goes.

wanders about the mansion, peering behind corners and doors (checked the study but passed by his room) to find a certain somebody. tries to push back that negative side that makes him want to turn around and forget it, nearly giving up until he passes by the glass doors that lead to the spacious backyard. hesitates when he notices albert there, shaking his head before opening it quietly. raises a hand up to rap his knuckles against the door frame gently, as if attempting to draw his attention and nothing more, nothing less. ]

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[ it takes him a moment to pry himself away from the thoughts that he had been steadily drowning in, blinking once when the noise gently leads his attention to behind him. blinks again when he realizes that the form is too short (too tense) to be brianna & for a moment he thinks he feels unsure, hesitant on accepting company but unwilling to turn this away. uncertain in how to respond.

settles for the middle ground in the end, giving nathan a small smile & a nod in silent invitation into the chilled night air that he has (is) enjoying. turns his gaze back towards what his eyes had been trained on for the past half fifteen minutes. ]

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[ inhales and exhales, a preparation. slips the rest of the way out and shuts the door closed behind him, not making any movement after that. observes his brother for a moment, mouth forming a thin line.

follows his line of sight finally, puffing out a visible breath. doesn't hesitate in attempting conversation. ]

Nice night.

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[ his eyes are watching nothing in specific -- just a blank spot in the middle of the black-blue hybrid colour of nighttime. he does not look away, does not look at nathan (not yet), even as he nods again, though this time in agreement. posture shifts a bit so that he is leaning more on his right foot. ]

It is.

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[ crosses his arms over his chest, glancing at him from the corner of his eye again. does a little dance with his gaze, looking up, then over at albert; repeat the process a few times while keeping the silence.

sighs, something inside of him urging him to speak. kind of gives a lame attempt, but it's an attempt nonetheless. ]

So uh. Why're you out here?

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[ his eyes finally turn a little to look at nathan from an angle, not straight-on as he normally prefers. ]

Hm. As you've said, it's a nice night. And. . . [ eyes turn back, closes momentarily in a drawn-out blink. ] To think, perhaps.

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Thinking, huh.

[ isn't sure why (maybe he's not thinking about it as much as he thinks he is), but he presses on, as if conversations like this happen between them all the time. ]

'bout what?

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Ah. A good question. [ ponders this, trying to catch the elusive wisps of thought that were now quickly dispersing as if scared back into hibernation by the rare (but enjoyable) company. ]

Everything. . . I believe. Anything that comes to mind.

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[ scratches his head at that, a little dumbfound. suddenly slides to the ground and brings his legs up, loosely letting his arms hang off his knees. insert a long pause until suddenly: ]

Thought about food yet?

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[ chuckles at this & rolls his shoulders into a shrug. ]

Not yet, I'm afraid.

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Have you eaten?

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[ cranes his neck upward, head resting on the back of the door. groans in either frustration or happiness; albert just hit the bullseye. ]

I'm starving!

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[ tone turns mildly chiding as he turns to stare down at nathan, an eyebrow raised. ]

Missed dinner, have you?

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[ overlooks the tone, suddenly focused on explaining himself. ]

I was leveling up on this game, I couldn't just stop! See, I got half-way through it and then I tripped on some CD cases and my Xbox shut off, so then I yelled at it and had to start all over again--!

[ kind of flailing his arms around a little bit, like he's also trying to reenact it lamely. ]

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[ tilts his head a little at his baby brother's antics, pretending not to be amused. ]

So you say.

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[ narrows his eyes up at albert & then sighs. ]

What? Are you going to side with my Xbox and not me? Geez, talk about lame.

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[ a smile breaks through at last as he chuckles. ]

My apologies. I have a bad habit of siding with the voice of logic.

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[ squawks in surprise, kind of like a bird. ]

WHAT?! Your logic is flawed! Flawed, I say-!

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The lady doth protest too much.

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[ chuckles again & turns to the glass door, walking a step towards it before turning to nathan. ]

Though I believe I've also missed dinner. To the kitchen, then?

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[ looks ready to retaliate, so upset that he was called a lady and-- ]

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...

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[ oh, food! completely forgets his rage and stands up, dusting himself off. ]

Only if you make something good.

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I promise you my best.

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[ hands go on his hips, heaving a sigh. ]

Less talk, more food!

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[ chuckles but dutifully makes his way in & through the glass doors. quick, long steps take him to the kitchen; begins locating the various cooking tools required to make pancakes (chocolate chip, if he remembered correctly) while putting in a slice of bread in the toaster for himself. ]