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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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[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.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ & then nods, understanding & in full agreement. ]

Ja, work is important. Do good for people, and I am proud that I am help.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ gives another pat. ]

But you is -- erm, are? -- people too. Do good things for Nathan too.

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ inhales and exhales through his nose, almost feeling as if he could (would) explain things to caleb if it were possible. holds himself back, however, reminding himself that there are several reasons not to; is just caught up in the moment, that thought alone jerking him out of dangerous waters. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

It doesn't really matter.

[ rolls over so that he's fully facing caleb again, propping his head up with a hand. ]

Are you hungry?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ quiet for a moment, but gets distracted by the question soon enough. ]

Not a lot hungry. Eat at Kaffee place, ja? But I eat if Nathan eat. Is Nathan hungry?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ lets his eyes wander, a tad embarrassed when he admits his lack of ideas. ]

No, I was just... thinking of what to do. Don't ever have people come over, so...

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head. ]

Come to people's house is not normal to me, too.

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

... great.

[ flops on his back again, doing some more of that thinking stuff. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ finally lifts his hands when he has an idea, motioning as if he has a game controller in his hands. ]

Do you play video games?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Games? I like games, yes!

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ sighs in some kind of relief, using it as an anchor as he sits up again. stretches a bit before padding on over to his large widescreen tv, rummaging around to pull out his xbox and two controllers.

sets it neatly next to the tv, opening up the storage where he keeps his games. pulls them out, sets them down, then stares at the selection thoughtfully. ]

What kind of stuff do you like to play?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ gets off the bed so that he can pick up one of the controllers, turning it over in his hands experimentally. ]

I play Tetris? And, erm, Pokemon?

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

... [ would laugh at that if he could, so he settles on his default "are you kidding me?" expression. ] Don't think the Xbox has any of those. Maybe Tetris, but I don't have that.