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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]

I like! Very big, many to see.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

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.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Ja!

[ follows along, carefully keeping himself to the middle of the hallway to put a distance between himself and the expensive-looking decorations. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ leads him up two flights of stairs, turning a corner to make his way towards his room. glances around, as if trying to see if anyone was around. when all is clear he opens his door, mindful to keep it open for caleb to enter. ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ shuffles in rather quickly, curious to see things up close. pauses in the start of his mini-exploration, however, when a particular scent catches his attention instead. ]

Eh?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ sets his semi-empty cup on the edge of his desk, not making an effort to clean the only messy thing in his room: his bed. instead he sits on it and places his bag next to him, leaning back to prop his hands behind him. blinks a bit at caleb when he hears him, curious. ]

What?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Room smell weird? Parfüm?

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

...

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ decides to humor him. ]

Yeah, I have this girlfriend who puts on way too much perfume before coming over to visit. It's pretty annoying.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ emits a small 'oh' & nods, as it makes sense-- & then quickly shuffles closer to nathan, speaking slightly lower as if they're conversing about something scandalous. ]

Girlfriend?! Nice look? Old? When visit? I hide good! Can go too?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ veers back a little bit at the sudden movement, almost falling atop his bed fully. blinks owlishly, slowly sitting up again to look at the ground. ]

Uh... I was just kidding...

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Eh? Not true?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ considers this for a second... & then shrugs once he gets to his conclusion, not at all discouraged. ]

Is okay. Nathan is nice. Can find good girl fast when you want.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ look at him again, giving a considering gaze... then goes right back into brat mode; gives a snort as he kicks off his shoes (places them neatly in front of him with a tiny nudge) and puts his feets on the bed. wraps his arms around his knees, looking unimpressed. ]

I think you're mistaking me for someone else, but uh. Thanks, I guess.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ watches & also bends down to take his shoes off as he keeps speaking. ]

Erm. Ja, Nathan is not James Bond, but I am not wrong.

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ briefly watches him as he works on his shoes, then places a cheek atop his kneecaps. murmurs to himself: ]

Maybe you'll think differently later.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ lifts his gaze back to caleb, a curious look on his face. ]

What do you do for fun?

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ heard that, but chooses not to comment, well aware that it was probably meant to remain private. ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ still, sits on the bed as well so that he can reach over & give one of nathan's shoulders a pat while considering the question. ]

I hear things. People. Walk to new place to see. Read? Sleep...

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ pauses & then laughs a little. ]

Not many.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ strokes his chin, looking at the ceiling. gives up, in the end, flopping backwards on the bed to simply lay there. ]

... sounds interesting, but I don't do much of that stuff.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ peers at. ]

What do Nathan do?

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ cocks his head to the side to look at him, correcting him briefly, as if it's a natural occurrence by now. ]

"What does Nathan do".

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ returns to staring at the ceiling. ]

... I work? Uh. Drink coffee. That's about it.

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ looks amused, but is also on automatic when once again -- ]

What does Nathan do.