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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]

[ mimicking what he has seen before & is doing fairly well, though he's mostly matching sounds to button pressing. ]

Mach dir keine Sorgen, Nathan. I am good at order follow.

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ tilts his head to the side, nudging him a bit with an elbow. ]

It's "I'm good at following orders".

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ turns back to the tv again, nodding once. ]

But I know that already.

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

I am good at following orders.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ & now does a double-take, forgetting the game in favour of leaning forward a little in surprise. ]

--Ehh?! Nathan do?

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ leans back a little, surprised at his sudden outburst. ]

Y... eah.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ situates himself again, pretending that he's playing the game while talking, when in reality he's distracted by the latter. coughs, seeming like he's trying to clear this throat. might have a tad of pink tinging his ears and cheeks. ]

'C-cause you're all nice and... and stuff. Or whatever-!

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ ... just grins. ]

Danke. I am happy.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ bows his head a bit and looks away, wishing that he didn't get so flustered in these situations. it's new, thus a bit frustrating. either way he murmurs something like "no prob" as he continues to press buttons, though he's staring at the ground instead of the tv. ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ goes back to the screen as well, though it doesn't take long for another GAME OVER to pop up on his side of the screen. puts the controller down on his lap, scratching the back of his head, looking a tad confused. ]

Use guns is easy, but I am not good at game.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ gets ahold of himself when the subject is changed, rubbing his neck a bit. ]

Well. Not everyone is good at games, I guess.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head a little. ]

I have strong Pokemon?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? S'that your favorite game or something?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Ja. Easy to play, can move it with me, and no loud sound.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ puts his controller down, forgetting about it for now. for some reason he's compelled to voice a thought that instantly pops into his mind: ]

Do you not like music, then?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Music is okay. Some is very bad, but many is nice.

[ makes vague motions with his hands. ] But hard to hear if too much sound.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Huh. You'd hate going to concerts, then... [ thinks, standing up to go over to his laptop. grabs his tv remote while he's up, clicking the power button before tossing the remote on top of his bed. sits next to caleb again, logging into his laptop. ]

What kind of stuff do you like?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ leans a bit for a moment as if he's going to peer at the laptop, but pulls himself back at the last moment, resting back against the bed instead. ]

No screams. Nice music with, erm... feeling?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

"Emotion", I think. [ types a few things, scrolling down his list of music. ] Soft and slow?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ settling in, nodding as he readies for the music. ]

Soft is good.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ finally finds something, paying mind to the volume, and then clicks play (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fo0K_n3VLG4). leans back on the bed, glancing sideways at caleb, though tries not to have his eyes on him the entire time. ]

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

. . . !

[ is rather surprised when the music starts, not having expected a classical piece. ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

. . .

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ eventually becomes too distracted by the music to notice the glances, soon beginning to visibly relax, eyes slipping closed for a while as his expression fans out into something peaceful. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ feels... mildly accomplished by this, he thinks, but knows that he honestly cannot describe whatever else he's feeling at the moment. either way he allows himself to quietly observe, just letting the score flow without any disturbances. ]