[ At this point, Nate has resigned himself to the fact that he's not escaping this evening unscathed. It's humiliation or nothing, apparently, and he prefers the former to the latter where Ian is concerned. He picks a doorway behind the tree and follows it through a small arcade, simple concrete columns where the projection flickers on belatedly and coats his hand in red as he drags it over the rough surface.
They become a series of torii, vivid and tall overhead. He kind of wishes they felt more sacred - like they're supposed to - than this. ]
Oh good, something else you can give me shit about.
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They become a series of torii, vivid and tall overhead. He kind of wishes they felt more sacred - like they're supposed to - than this. ]
Oh good, something else you can give me shit about.
[ His enthusiasm, he assumes, is catching. ]
Filled out your timeline yet?