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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ it felt like bad luck the moment his cellphone rang and woke him up after four hours of sleep. it felt like even worse luck when said person on the other line told nathan that he would be saying hello to their fifth and final member to the 'team'-- alone, which was apparently due to personal reasons from his other three co-workers. this did not deter nathan from furiously texting aaron in anger, only to get a short can't come as a reply. he didn't even bother texting hana, as she still had difficulties texting with an english-language phone, but he still called her and got her voicemail message, which only made him seethe even further.

the anger eventually subsided when coffee was deposited into his hands, drinking his life force happily (or as happy as nathan could get) while turning the corner from starbucks to sit on one of the many chairs littering the front of the shop. once he settled in and tossed his bag onto the table, nathan finally felt like all was right in the world, completely forgetting his original objective for the day. his coffee was his second love, after all, and it deserved his complete and undivided attention. ]

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ looks down at the paper again. ]

The email, which I received, explained to me that this enterprises would by explained you. I was explained that I was the last member to connect to? It'd be large if you could update me on present circumstances.

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

... that doesn't even make any sense. I mean, how am I going to explain things to you if you barely understand me? God, what is wrong with them, sending me someone I can't talk to...

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ strokes his chin and thinks. knows that he doesn't know enough german to converse in that, but knows his attempts at explaining in english would be futile as well. wonders if he should start taking german at school, or-- ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

... yeah, okay, uh. First thing's first: are you understanding me so far?

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ nods enthusiastically at first, but stops himself, reminding himself mentally that lying (even white lies with the purpose of making a better first impression) would be counterproductive in this situation. so he nods again, but this time a little slower. ]

Little number of words. Up to can't talk to and understanding Herr Nathan.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ offers another apologetic smile. ]

If spoken slower, more words is clear.

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

...

[ inhales, exhales; takes a long drink of his coffee to prepare for this. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ sits up straight, making sure to talk both slowly and a little louder than usual, as if him not understanding very well means he's also deaf, too. ]

CAN. YOU. UNDERSTAND. ME. Words. Are. Clear. Yes?

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ jerks in his seat, almost violently at the increase in volume, cringing a bit. ]

Ja, ja! Ich verstehe!

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Ahem. Yes. You is clear.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't even notice his distress over the volume, too focused on making him understand. lowers his voice anyway, momentarily distracted by his mistake. ]

It's "you are clear", not "you is clear".

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ repeats after him obediently. ]

You are clear, Herr Nathan.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ raises his eyebrows at that, seemingly satisfied. ]

Good. And you don't have to call me "Herr Nathan". Just "Nathan" is fine. [ pauses, fighting the urge to add on something to that. looks away, feeling a little awkward as he adds: ] If... you want to... I guess.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

. . . !

[ leans forward a little, looking a little excited. ] Yes! I like that very much! Nathan!

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ keeps his gaze away, almost feeling slightly embarrassed over caleb's excitement. ]

O-okay, okay, I get it-! It's just a name, geez...

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ slowly settles back into neutral again, drinking the last of his coffee. looks mournfully at his loss before standing up and looking down at caleb. ]

Gonna get some more. Want one?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Hm? [ stands as well, face scrunched a bit in concentration over the first bit -- gonna? what was gonna? -- but nods anyway, understanding that nathan was offering him something at least. ]

Yes please.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ grabs his bag before he looks caleb up and down a bit, thinking on something in silence. decides to just shrug and sling his bag over his shoulder, walking a short distance before opening the door and wandering in. ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ blinks a little at the look, effectively making him lag behind before he realizes that nathan has moved. quickly stumbles & trips his way around the tables, chairs & people, narrowly avoiding crashing his nose into the door when he opens it to follow inside. ]

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ is already standing in the somewhat long line, staring up at the choices that are scribbled on the menu. only notices caleb when he happens to glance to the side, doing a double-take of sorts when he focuses in on him. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

... [ isn't sure what to think about this, thus he turns back to the menu and asks: ] What do you want?

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ looks up at the menu when asked, tilting his head while his brows furrow in concentration. takes a sniff of the area & seems to realize for the first time that they are standing in starbucks -- a coffee shop. glances at nathan, his expression a little sheepish. ]

Ahem. Nathan, I am... offer is kind, but I am... ehhh...

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ ... gives up. ]

Straw-- strawberry milk?!

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ stares at him again, almost... feeling a little sorry for him... ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ heaves a sigh and approaches the counter when it's finally their turn. doesn't even look at the lady who greets them, too busy pointing at different things. ]

I want one of each of those Frappuccinos, one blueberry muffin, one lemon poppy seed muffin, two of your raspberry and raisin scones, one of those ham croissant things, and... [ glances over at caleb as he takes out his debit card, considering something, though decides to humor himself at the last minute when he hands the card to the lady. ] --one strawberry milk.