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[ 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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[ stops at the edge of the curb and hands caleb the bag of food, trusting that he'll hold it for him. places a hand into his pocket with his now-free hand; they barely wait two minutes before a sleek, black and somewhat shiny car pulls up before them.

continues to sip at his frappuccino as the driver gets out to open the door for him, flopping inside and scooting over so that caleb can get in with him. ]

[ eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but does not stand around to gawk, very much aware that the car alone would attract attention. slips in right after nathan, settling into the seat, looking kind of tense when the door closes. ]

[ attempts at silence for the duration of two whole seconds before he turns to nathan wearing a strange -- strained -- face with the sole purpose of striking a conversation. ]

Y- your car?

[ was too busy resting his forehead on the window to properly notice any signs of discomfort (this is just as foreign and strange to nathan as it is caleb, but he's dealing with it), thus blinking in surprise when he suddenly speaks. turns back to him with a slight frown, though it's not really directed towards caleb in specific. ]

Kind of, I guess...

[ distress is only growing when he feels the car move, eyes focused entirely on nathan. ]

Is nice car. Car in Deutschland is nice too. Did not have car in Deutschland, I can not drive, and-- [ slowly deteriorates into more & more german words while he glances out the window to watch the moving scenery. ]

[ tilts his head, confused, but doesn't interrupt him as he rambles on and on. tries to crane his head to look out the window as well (was there something interesting outside?), then back at caleb, wondering if this was a bad idea after all. stares at him a bit longer in silence, only speaking as he slowly says: ]

... I see.

[ still rambling, though he seems to come to enough to switch back to english. ]

-- Entschuldigung, Nathan. Deutsch is my home words, easy when nervous. But Mach dir keine Sorgen, I am nervous but okay. [ ... & deteriorates again. ]

[ does the stare-and-listen routine again, feeling himself become more and more tired by the second. sighs once, and without thinking he lifts a hand and puts it on caleb's head, patting it a few times. ]

Yeah, okay, I get it.

[ settles down almost instantly when nathan's hand lands on his head, making him tilt it in curiosity while still enjoying the contact.

then seems to blink, realizing something, propelling him to withdraw his head carefully away to look outside the window again. blinks several more times & then straightens to lean back into the seat. close an eye, momentarily focused -- ]

[ -- then whips his head back around to nathan, looking pleased, confused & shocked at the same time. ]

I am okay?

[ rests his hand back on his own leg, slowly, carefully raising an eyebrow. ]

Looks like it.

[ does a few more internal tests & then sighs, shoulders sagging with relief. ]

Nathan is right. Car is safe.

[ looks as if he's puffing out his chest a little bit, proud in a somewhat strange manner. ]

Of course I'm right. I'm always right!

[ nods agreeably, sinking further into his seat. ]

Good thing. Is big help.

...

[ stays silent at that, looking out the window to keep himself from feeling too weird (abashed, really) over caleb's agreement. goes silent as they continue on their drive, hoping that they'll be approaching the mansion soon. ]

[ glances at nathan & decides to stay silent, noting the exhaustion, amusing himself by watching the moving scenery without feeling (too) sick to concentrate. ]

[ presses his forehead against the glass again, relaxing fraction by fraction as he allows his thoughts go blank. blinks himself out of his stupor when the driver announces their arrival, sitting up straight again as they finally pull to the front of the mansion.

steps out of the car when the door is opened for him, placing a hand in his pocket as he turns to wait for caleb. ]

[ takes a moment when the sounds hit him again, but already glancing around in response to the sheer size of the place. ]

Toll! Very big!

[ shrugs. ]

Eh, I guess.

[ nudges caleb to the front door, lingering behind to look at the driver with a stern look on his face. ]

Tell Albert about this and I'll have you fired.

[ walks off to join caleb, knocking on the door twice before someone opens it for them. just walks past the maid who welcomes him back, drinking some more of his frappuccino. ]

[ lagging behind, glancing around in all directions, even taking a moment to look at the maid. ]

Wow, wow!

[ pauses so he could side-glance at caleb, feeling... almost amused/curious himself, even if his expression slowly changes into something less. ]

... you like?

I like! Very big, many to see.

Well, we can't stay here for very long... [ scratches the back of his head, not knowing how to really go about this. ] Uh. Follow me, I guess.

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