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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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[ 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. ]

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[ looks as satisfied as nathan can get, sort of falling behind since uh, his legs aren't exactly as long as albert's. he gets there quickly enough though, content in leaning on the counter to watch. ]

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[ is a little rusty from the years of neglecting his culinary skills, but the recipe is simple enough & there is a shadow of body memory that he can follow, engraved into his muscles from their time together years ago. soon the batter is ready & poured into the frying pan.

ignores his toast, seeming rather glad to be focused on a task. ]

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[ has his chin settled in his palms, still content in silently watching. looks at the batter with a skeptic eye, not even thinking when he blurts out what he's thinking. ]

So how the hell do you make chocolate chip pancakes without the chocolate melting? Wouldn't it turn into chocolaty goo? Doesn't seem natural to me.

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. . . [ ignores the question until the pancake is just about done, only speaking when it's time to slide it onto the plate. picks off a fork as he places the plate onto the table & beckons nathan to sit. ]

I have my suspicions as to why. But Damon would be better suited in explaining the specifics.