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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]

[ turns back to caleb, his next words sounding as if they're chiding him, though there's some kind of odd form of worry in there, too: ]

Did he teach you something stupid? You're so gullible! Am I gonna have to watch you 24/7 or something?

[kindrevenge.livejournal.com]

[ chimes in again, a little obnoxiously: ]

Scrooge.

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ whirls back on aaron. ]

QUIET FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY!

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ & now his words are for caleb, even if he's not looking at him. might look a little embarrassed, voice now a bit softer; stammers a bit with his words. ]

I... I mean, I know you're saying something nice, but... you can't just believe anything anyone tells you, okay?

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ also looks back & forth between nathan & aaron, confused. grows even more confused when he sees (& hears) nathan's shifts in emotion, making him briefly wonder what he did wrong. ]

I believe Herr Aaron because Herr Aaron is team. Is nice. Say Nathan is happy because I say I like Nathan.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ just kinda lets those words float between them for a while -- ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ -- until another thought strikes him. ]

I am wrong?

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

...

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ looks at him fully when he asks the question, sighing deeply. ]

Yeah, but it's not your fault.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ stares at him, not quite comprehending. ]

Erm. But I am wrong?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ raises an eyebrow, tilting his head a bit in confusion. ]

'bout what?

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Bout...?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ pushes that confusion away, coming back into focus at the issue at hand. ]

Ehh... "yum" is "like". I like Nathan. I yum Nathan? Wrong?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Oh. [ pauses, trying to force himself back in order. ] "Yum" doesn't mean "like", no. Jerkface here was just being stupid, like always.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ still holding onto nathan's hand, so comfortable with the contact that he seems to have forgotten. shakes his head in response. ]

But Herr Aaron is smart.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

...

[ sighs, relaxing slowly yet surely. the contact might be helping a bit too, though he's obviously not (completely) aware of it. still, he stays silent and unmoving, unable to be mean towards caleb's sincere honesty. ]

[kindrevenge.livejournal.com]

[ had been keeping silent, just watching them lazily, up until that silent lull seems to stop the conversation altogether. decides that it's time to speak up once more: ]

I hate to break up you two lovebirds, but...

[ inclines his head towards the kitchen. ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't seem abashed at all, still hanging onto the contact even when his head turn towards the direction of the kitchen. ]

Frau Hana? Not busy? Is moving.

[kindrevenge.livejournal.com]

[ just raises an eyebrow at nathan when he gives him a peeved look, attention focused mainly on caleb. ]

You can go help her if she's busy.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ finally lets go, convinced & pleased by the idea of being useful. ]

Frau Hana need help, I go. I am help.

[kindrevenge.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you will be. [ turns to nathan. ] Need to talk to you alone anyway.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Huh? Oh, uh. Sure.

[ rubs his hand a little bit, glancing at caleb. ]

She knows more English than you but she's kind of shy at first. If you feel awkward just, uh. I dunno, run away or something.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head. ]

I try!

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Good.

[ stares at him, wondering why he hasn't moved yet... then pats his shoulder, wondering if this will help. ]

You're dismissed?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ & he's off as soon as those words hit the air, running half of his body into a wall (eh?!) as he navigates around the apartment to seek out the last of this new teams' members. ]