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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]

[ tugs on caleb's hand without finishing that line of thought, looking anxious. ]

L-let's go to my room, okay?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ nods & closes his good eye so prevent any stumbling as he nudges them along the fasted route to nathan's room in concentrated silence. ]

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ is the one to trail behind this time, looking at the floor as they go along. time seems to go quicker than he imagined as he looks up and notices his room, taking on a brisker pace so that he can open his door, wait for caleb to follow, then shut and lock the door before leaning on it with a sigh. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ gives himself a moment before glancing over his shoulder towards caleb. blinks once. ]

Uh. Did you bring anything with you?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ slowly opens his eye as not to overload his senses. then when he's regained his balance, he blinks at nathan. ]

Erm. . . bring?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

...

[ sighs and wanders over to his dresser drawer to begin rummaging around in it in silence. ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ blinks again in confusion. ]

Nathan want thing from my house?

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

No, no, I just--

[ groans and fumbles around some more before taking out a few worn-out shirts and pajama pants. wanders over to caleb, pressing the shirt against him. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

...

[ moves onto the next shirt. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

. . .

[ holds up a pair of pajama pants instead. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ gives up, raging and chucking them onto the floor. ]

DAMNIT. TOO SMALL.

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ jumps back, startled. ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ bends down to inspect the clothes in extended confusion until a lightbulb goes off in his head. straightens a bit from his knelt position to yank up his shirt to reveal a white tank. ]

I bring sleeping shirt!

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[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ just. stares at him as he takes off his shirt, despite having the tank top underneath. ]

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

...

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

. . .

jk 4/4

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ recovers. ]

T-that works... I g-guess...

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ is taking off his pants now before a sharp spike in nathan's heartbeat distracts him. ]

. . . ? Erm. . . Nathan okay?

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[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

...... !!!!!

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ buries his face into his hands and turns around, squeaking out a reply: ]

F-FINE. I'M FINE.

[ wobbles and lands on the floor with an THUD when he fails in bending down to grab the discarded clothing, hands shaking slightly before getting up and making a rather awkward zig-zagging motion on over to his dresser. decides to just take a random shirt and pajama pants before sputtering out something about changing.

zooms into his bathroom and slams the door shut. ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ ?! --is about the extent of his thoughts as he watches the dizzying speed with which nathan is moving. there is a deafening silence after the bang of the bathroom door closing -- the volume of which is enough to make him wince & draw his head down a bit.

after shaking off the disorienting sensation, he looks pointedly at (through) the door as he wanders over shakily to give it an inquiring knock. ]

. . . ?

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ holds the clothing close to his chest, trying to calm himself and breathe properly again. keeps his eyes to the ground as he slowly takes off his own clothing, neatly setting it aside so that he could pull on and push up his pajamas.

jumps a bit at the knock. inhale, exhale; grabs his old clothes and finally steps out, pointedly not looking at caleb. ]

... I'm fine. S-see?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ bends a little bit so that he can attempt at catching glimpse of nathan's face. ]

Ehh. . . is not bad, but is not good?

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ opens his mouth then closes it. holds onto the clothes a bit tighter, turning his eyes elsewhere again. ]

I'll be fine. It's... it's not a big deal.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ decides not to push him after confirming that whatever nathan is feeling is not entirely negative. raises his hands to hesitantly put them on nathan's shoulders to pull him into a light hug. then draws back to shuffle over to where the bed is to look down at it. then back up at the smaller boy. ]

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