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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ it was with some strange stroke of luck that nathan had confirmed the non-presence of albert, brianna, and damon in the mansion for the weekend, almost suspiciously double-checking with them all to make sure; albert was off to god knows where, brianna flew out to hawaii for a photo shoot, and damon was spending some quality time with his friends before the summer officially came to a close.

nathan didn't think it would be this simple. lo and behold, the mansion was completely his for the taking for at least two and a half days. this prompted the almost juvenile-like excitement that overcame him when he invited caleb over for a real two-night stay inside the mansion, to show him where he lived (where he didn't like to live) and let him explore what he normally did not allow people to see. so this is why he tugged at caleb's hand enthusiastically, his body betraying the way he tried to school his expression, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind that in the end it was quite a futile attempt.

stops when they're far enough inside the mansion, not bothering to let caleb's hand go as he turns slightly to look at him. ]

Well, here we are. [ a pause, as if his excitement was slowly wearing off. ] Again.

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[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ blinks a little at him, quietly and slowly shuffling to the edge of the counter. reaches out to hold onto his forearms for support, slipping into his hold as to not fall within the motion. also talks throughout this: ]

Um... think we just need to put the sauce and toppings on it. I think.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ twitches a bit & brings nathan into a complete hug when he slides off, not wanting to have a repeat performance of just a few moments ago. ]

Erm. . . I do not know how make sauce.

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ gives an "oof" at the gentle impact, having not expected the hug. doesn't speak for a moment, too busy placing his arms awkwardly around caleb's neck for support. flushes and buries his face into caleb's hair as he murmurs in reply. ]

We just... pour some tomato sauce in there. Maybe.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ adjusts for nathan's movement automatically, hugging him a bit closer. looks up at him awkwardly. ]

Tomate? Is enough?

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ shifts a bit so that his face isn't as close to caleb's, his heart beating a bit faster. ]

D-dunno...

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ blinks a few times when the sound of nathan's heartbeat bombards his senses. adjusts again, backpedaling carefully so that he can lean against something sturdier than empty air. then presses one of his ears against nathan's chest, half on instinct, lulled into calmness by the way that sound silences everything else that he hears & sees. ]

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ blinks down at him in surprise when the movement is made, feeling slightly off-kilter by their current position. eventually begins to relax into caleb's hold, though his expression turns into something akin to worry after a few moments pass by. slowly releases one of his hands to stroke his hair gently, as if he is both reassuring caleb yet asking if everything is alright. ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ snaps out of his lull when he feels that touch, twitching when everything comes flooding back. rides that out with a perfection borne of years worth of practice. closes his map-eye so that he can concentrate on looking at nathan, his gaze honest & fond. ]

I like heartbeat. Your heartbeat.

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ looks at caleb despite feeling the need to look away in his shyness, holding onto him a bit tighter as he murmurs quietly: ]

But... it's not normal.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

Ja, not normal. But it is Nathan. And it make me calm when listen to Nathan.

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...

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[ without realizing what he's doing he shifts once more, gaze gentle as he locks his eyes onto caleb's. observes him for a moment in silence before he closes those eyes and cranes his neck a bit, planting a soft yet firm kiss upon caleb's lips. ]

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[ it takes him a moment to pull back, a slow, almost painful process, looking at him again as if he's in a daze... ]

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...

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[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

. . . !!!

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ SHRIEKS and pushes/wiggles violently out of caleb's hold, dropping onto the floor with a hearty 'OOF' before getting up and scrambling out of the kitchen, running as quickly as his feet could possibly carry him. ]

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ stands there, empty-armed, for a while, fingers twitching as his brain tries to reboot itself from the shock (however pleasant it might be). ]

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. . .

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. . . . . .

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[ snaps out of it when sees nathan's form -- a distinctive shape in his head, complete with the rhythm of a heartbeat he is beginning to find dear -- move further & further away. scrambles away from the counter & rushes out of the kitchen. when he bumps into a few carts in the process, the pain only registers as a brief 'ow', too busily chasing after nathan. ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ keeps himself at full-speed while tailing nathan's shape. feels a flash of foreign thanks toward the ability that had been forced into his brain when the back of nathan's retreating form comes into his literal vision. ]

Nathan! N- Na-- [ nearly trips. recovers in half a second-- ] Nathan! Bitte warten!!

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ promptly falters on the stairs when he hears the german being thrown at him, thankfully able to catch then push himself off of the railing instead of completely collapsing onto the ground. just keeps at a record-speed pace, a pace he is not used to and thus is slowly down greatly.

with some luck he instantly comes upon his room's doorway, quickly throwing open the door before slamming it behind him. hands shake as he fumbles with the lock, thankfully able to click it closed before falling onto his rear-end to catch his breath. ]

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ it's with no small amount of force that he barrels into that door. rears back with a pained yelp, hands going to his face to rub at the already reddening skin. but that pain too disappears into the chaos of his current situation. a look of dejection crosses his face when he realizes the door is locked. ]