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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]

[ locks gazes with him, pulling his eyes away to look down at his laptop again. decides to try his luck with a reply after some silence, though knows he can't pronounce (or say it) as naturally as caleb is able to, thus it comes out more like a question than a reply; ]

... bitte schön?

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Ja. Bitte schön. [ nods approvingly. ] Very good.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ smile eases into a grin as he relaxes against the bed some more as the music's effects wear off. ]

You is good friend. I am happy I meet you today.

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ momentary bewilderment flickers across his face, slowly contorting it into something that's not quite uncomfortable, but nothing relaxed, either. it takes him a while to settle into something more curious, then thoughtful, continuing with the silence as he mulls over caleb's words. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ starts off slowly, the honesty in his voice apparent, even if his expression is somber once more. ]

You're... a good person. [ thinks to himself briefly, you deserve better, yet dares not say it aloud-- ] But thanks. Think that's the nicest thing someone has said to me in a long time.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ simply nods & reaches out to give another of his reassuring pats, hand lingering on nathan's for a little longer to make his point. hopes that his face & actions convey what he knows that words -- even in his fluent tongue -- cannot; his look is gentle & accepting, even a little understanding.

one more pat & his hand is slowly withdrawn. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ reacts only when caleb finally pulls back and away from him, suddenly realizing that something strange (comfortable, but not uncomfortable) had just happened. his face grow warm as the feeling settles in, barely sliding his laptop off his lap as he jerks away and stands up clumsily.

looks down at caleb, still looking flustered. ]

S-SO UH-- HUNGRY! Pizza! You! Yeah?!

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ jumps up a bit in surprise at the sudden yell, answering on instinct. ]

J-JA!

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

O-OKAY GOOD.

[ awkwardly stands there for a moment, as if his brain hasn't caught up to what he just inquired about... ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ scratches the back of his neck and looks away. ]

... what do you like on your pizza?

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, still a little confused at the sudden change of topic. ]

. . . ?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Erm. Pizza have cheese? Tomate is good too...

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ makes a thoughtful sound, then shrugs and picks up the phone that's connected throughout the mansion, punching in a few numbers before leaning back on his desk and waiting. ]

--yeah, hi. Pizza. [ pauses. rolls his eyes. ] I dunno! Cheese, tomatoes. [ another pause. ] ... sure, whatever, but I'm not bringing them up to her. Uh-huh. Just bring mine up when it gets here.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ turns back to caleb after he's hung up the phone, looking satisfied. ]

There. Now we have dinner... or something.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ still looking up at him from his seat on the floor. ]

Make in Nathan's house? Pizza?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head. ]

Naw, they'll order it. I like Pizza Hut's pizza better.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ considers this... & then nods slowly. ]

Ja. Pizza Hut pizza is good. I make pizza in Deutschland, but is not good.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, looking interested. ]

You like to cook?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ looks a tad sheepish. ]

Not like, and not... erm, not-like. But I try, because it is not good eat shop food only.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Huh. [ pauses, trying to think if he should ask the first (personal) question that comes to mind, then automatically dismisses it. ] At least you try, I guess. I don't really eat much.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Eh? Not good food? Kaffee place food is okay.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Naw, I just... don't like to? I dunno, it's not really that important.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ watches him for a moment, then looks down, momentarily weighing his options. shakes his head after a while, speaking slowly & a little subdued. ]

Nathan is not important to Nathan?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

... geez, you sound like my doctor. I'm not dead or anything, am I?

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ barely manages understand all of that, silent for a long minute so that he can piece together the words that he understood with the tone of voice & expression. ]

Ehh... erm, I am not doctor. I am not smart.