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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ is standing near the entrance of the starbucks where he had first met nathan, looking strangely compliant & calm as he listens & reacts (as quietly & discreetly as he's capable) to the bustling crowd of the afternoon. it's not so busy as to give him a headache, but busy enough to keep him entertained as he waits for his teammate/friend. ]

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ strolls along at his usual leisurely pace, carefully making his way around the crowds and towards said starbucks where caleb is waiting. he doesn't make any dramatic entrance, however, simply coming up to stand beside him with his hands shoved into his pockets. ]

'Sup.

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ had long-since seen/heard nathan approach, but still manages to look pleased to see nathan regardless. ]

Guten Tag, Nathan.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

. . . erm.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

What is "sup"?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't miss a beat, shifting a bit to look at the crowd as he speaks. ]

Means "what's up". It's a greeting.

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

. . .

[ blinks & then slowly nods in what he believes to be understanding after a minute of thought. ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Sup to you too, Nathan!

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

... well. You kind of got it. Good job.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ jabs a thumb over towards the street. ]

So, ready to go? We can walk this time, it's not too far.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ looks energized by the praise. ]

Ja! Walk is good, and not long time. I... erm... [ slips out a small book from his pockets, flipping through the pages quickly to find the word he needs. ] Check! I check map.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ raises an eyebrow, scratching the back of his head. ]

Uh. I can just lead you there, but okay, sure.

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

. . . ?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

. . .

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

. . .

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Entschuldigung, Nathan. I say wrong word. Erm. I know what Nathan say is right because I check -- [ quickly looks through the dictionary again -- ] -- ad-dress before I see Nathan.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ stares at him. stares at him some more. ]

... awesome. Can we go now?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Ja! We go.

[ ... & waits. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ watches him for a moment, thinking that he's going to start moving... then shifts his eyes away and groans a little underneath his breath, murmuring a short "c'mon" before leading the way. ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ follows along quietly, head turning left to right as he tries to take in as much as he can, fascinated by the shape of (nathan's) city & his new home. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ watches him in the corner of an eye, just silently observing. tilts his head back so he can look at the sky as they make their way, attempting to think of something they could talk about in the meantime. ]

So uh. Do you like it here?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Ja! I like city. Is big, and have many to see.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ hums a little bit in reply, swinging his hands back to cup the back of his head with them. decides that it's okay to keep asking questions as he was (silently, without real order) elected to 'take care' of caleb. ]

Have any friends yet?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ tilts his head a little as if he finds the question a little funny. ]

I have friend. Nathan.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ feels embarrassed by that, keeping his gaze firmly on the sky. ]

Y-yeah, but I meant other friends.

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ had initially shaken his head before he realizes that nathan cannot see it, making him vocalize it a little late. ]

Nein.