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This is Nate, you know what to do. I'll...probably get back to you.

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[ Lance isn't wrong. Nate has spent the better part of their time here exercising rusty cartography skills, knowing how useful that information is going to be when the shit inevitably hits the fan. Seeing as the climate agrees with him, he couldn't find any reason not to engage with it on a daily basis. ]

sure. you're not going to wear a button-down, are you? :)

[ It's been a little while since they talked, and while Nate has a certain amount of lingering guilt, he knows Lance would verbally tear him a new one if he sulked about it. ]

[lifetothefullest]

Don't tempt me to do it just to prove I can.

[But no, he's not planning on it. He wore his usual work suit for the case he was on in Florida a few years earlier, and he distinctly remembers how he promised to himself he would never do such a thing again, fashion be damned.]

I'll meet you out by the arena.

[Since they're surrounded by jungle everywhere, might as well pick a side of town that's close.]

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you got it.

[ This isn't Nate's first jungle foray and it certainly won't prove to be his last, but he's hoping to really make this one count. For whatever reason, it feels like he has to.

Already out and about he gets to the coliseum before Lance, kicking at a few small rocks when his exploration buddy shows up. ]

Hey. You wore the right clothes.