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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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[ narrows his eyes at him, unimpressed. ]

Oh yeah? Well you're gonna get sick if you don't eat, you know.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Ah? Worried for me?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

PSH. No way!

[ stabs the rest of his pancake, shoving it into his mouth. makes a show out of chewing it up, trying too hard to show that he didn't just say that. ]

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My mistake, then.

[ does not pursue the topic, but the affection & laughter is apparent enough in his voice. ]

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[ grumbles something incoherent. picks up his plate and moves to the sink, washing and drying the dish and fork before putting them away. leans on the counter beside albert (a good amount of space between them) and tilts his head upward to stare at the ceiling.

raps his fingers on the edge, thinking on how to say what he wants to say. it ends up being a little differently than planned, but it works for him. ]

... it was good.

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[ is glad that he knows the answer to this; does not look at nathan despite wanting to, keeping his gaze straight towards the wall as he murmurs his response. ]

Thank you.

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[ scratches the back of his neck, not bothering to look at him either. suddenly feels a bit awkward, since he can't find anything to yap on about. hence why he keeps on with the silence despite something inside of him telling him to say something else. ]

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[ is rather used to his baby brother's silence to the point that he can simply ease himself into enjoying it, expecting nothing. tries not to muse too much on how long nathan has lasted tonight, wondering just how much his rather sluggish movements had taken part in creating this (pleasant) moment. a positive consequence from the heavy thoughts -- one he was (almost) willing to pay, if this was going to be the reward.

glances at the clock out in an attempt to distract himself & blinks slowly at the time. turns back to nathan. ]

Not tired?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[ glances at the clock, squinting to read the time. waves it off nonchalantly, letting out a "psh" briefly. ]

It's too early for me to be tired.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Hm.

[ pushes off the counter, straightening. goes to put the piece of forgotten toast, now cold, onto a plate. ]

Have plans for the night?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ speaks as casual as ever. ]

Yeah, I'm gonna go rob a bank. Might stop by 7-Eleven and then go get a tattoo. [ shrugs. ]

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ just as casually: ] As long as you're home by breakfast.

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No way! I'm running away to the circus.

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Ah? I was not aware that they hired criminals.

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... they don't need to know that information.

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[ doesn't respond, instead turning on the coffee maker & reaching for a mug from one of the higher shelves. ]

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[ tries to find something else to say, instead making a face from concentration. rubs the back of his neck again, unsure. ]

Uh. [ pauses, standing up straight. ] So, uh. Guess I'll go rob that bank, then.

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[ eyes flicker briefly onto the counter in some kind of unidentified emotion before he turns back around slowly. action is disarming, as if he's approaching something fragile. ]

Nathan.

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[ hand goes up half-way, as if to reach -- ]

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[ -- & then blinks, as if surprised by his own voice & actions. the hand falls, useless, back to his side. ]

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

. . . ah. Good night, then.

Don't get caught.

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[ when his name is said--it's so foreign to hear it come from albert's mouth--he look over at him questioningly, a bit surprised. ]

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[ instantly registers the fact that a hand is moving, but he's too busy staring at his eldest brother's face to focus his attention on it.

there's a flicker of fear and anticipation (hope?) written on his features, the look disappearing the moment albert's hand returns to his side. his expression is replaced with relief and disappointment, the emotions shifting him back into neutral again, even if that tight feeling blossoms in his chest again. ]

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... I'll do my best.

[ there's a hidden meaning in those words, but he's turned around and begun his walk back towards his room before he could see any reaction(s), a hand slowly lifting to clutch the front of his shirt while he looks down at his feet and does the one thing he hates to do: think. ]

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[ turns back to the coffee once nathan makes his exit, pouring the mug half-way full. throws out the toast as even the faintest touches of hunger has left him & puts the plate in the sink to be washed tomorrow.

brings the coffee & himself back into his study, immediately reaching for one of the more difficult books of his library, sipping at the caffeine as he readies himself for another all-nighter. gladly loses himself in the text, happily freed -- though momentarily -- from everything but the fake reality. ]