nonscriptum: if you put a vegetable on there, so help me God (I'll have one meat lovers pizza please)
𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎 ([personal profile] nonscriptum) wrote2019-12-08 12:08 am
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wittingly: (Oɴʟʏ ғᴏᴏʟs ʀᴜsʜ ɪɴ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2020-10-06 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's pleased by the expression on Nate's face, the size and shape of his smile is appealing as hell. He hasn't had much exposure to Nate being excited; a few brief bits here and there at the bar or — weirdly — sixty stories off the fucking ground on a crane. This is a little bit more than what he's seen so far, and damn if it doesn't catch his attention. He kind of wants to press somehow, find out what ratchets it up to an even higher level — though Nate may have just answered that question himself. ]

You wanna go, like, hang out in tibet?

[ Just to be clear, because it sounds like a spontaneous offer. Granted it's not the kind of trip that people balk at so much anymore, particularly not the displaced with their gates positioned all over the world. They could do it, actually, and they could do it pretty easily.

He's not hating the idea at all. ]


Important deciding question: can I preemptively opt out of bullets?

[ He's teasing just a little, wry, before dipping in for a second hit finally. ]
wittingly: (Cᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴜsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴍᴜᴅ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2020-10-06 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, my whole everything, huh?

[ He echoes, something gently challenging in his tone. It shifts quickly into his rendition of typical Californian stoner meets Tommy Chong, which is... terrible, actually. He's god awful at accents and impressions of anyone other than Matthew McConaughey. ]

Like, listen, man. I invited you into my casa to partake, I refuse to be type-casted. That's, like, a real negative energy or whatever.

[ Punctuated by gently plunking a bong down onto his coffee table.

But anyway-- ]


I'll forgive you this transgression in a Tibetan monastery only, and nowhere else.
wittingly: (Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴ' sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2020-10-06 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
That's one of the many ways I'm flexible, but unfortunately the rest of them probably won't absolve the other things on your rap sheet.

[ Matter-of-factly, and just a touch apologetic. Sorry, mister black market acquisition pick pocketing troubled youth.

The song changes, he pauses, then shoots an accusatory look at his MP3 player for a second. Okay, listen- ]


Shut up, shh, don't even say anything, that doesn't count.

[ He is a victim of fate and circumstance here, okay. Fingers crossed this is one of those random pop culture black holes in Nate's resume. Lots of places like that band. ]
wittingly: (I ɢᴇᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2020-10-06 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
No. Actually. No, you shouldn't.

[ He answers brightly, conversationally, because in the three seconds he has to think about it nothing clever comes to mind.

Though, honestly, it's hard to be anything but amused when Nate's wearing that expression. Even at his own expense. He settles his side comfortably against the back couch cushion, weed finally starting to creep into the edges of everything. It brings with it a smile he's having a hard time trying to suppress. ]


Let's go back to the magical... ancient ruins part, or better yet, you do something unflattering for once. You're, like, six weeks overdue. Bring some balance back into the universe.
wittingly: (Sʜᴀʟʟ I sᴛᴀʏ?)

[personal profile] wittingly 2020-10-06 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ian pulls a kind of flat, disbelieving expression at Shakespeare — not because he doubts Nate's inexperience, but because... I mean, come on man? The most unflattering thing about you is you can't quote Macbeth? Get the fuck out of here.

Except it tangents off into an actual suitably surprising fact that Ian finds genuinely mindblowing. ]


Wait-- what? Seriously? Are you fucking with me?

[ Maybe he shouldn't be so surprised, he thinks Luke dropped out of high school — or maybe it was his first semester of college? Whatever the case, he knows from a place of logic that intelligence has nothing to do with formal education.

But.

Still. ]
wittingly: (Hᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ʜᴀʙɪᴛ?)

[personal profile] wittingly 2020-10-06 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's been unashamedly, unsubtly curious as hell about Nate's life and his history. That attentiveness is written pretty clearly in his expression, with a subtle knit to his brow and a kind of quiet contemplativeness hovering around his mouth.

It makes sense, really. It lines up with all of the snippets of Nate's life he's gotten so far — slowly but surely filling in those blanks. ]


Huh.

[ Is what he ultimately settles on, and-- ]

That's kind of crazy, you're insanely smart, I wouldn't have guessed. I don't know if I'd count that as unflattering, though.

[ Just kind of a life thing. Then again, it's possible he's a little biased in Nate's favor. The weed isn't helping. ]
wittingly: (Sᴏ sᴏᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2020-10-06 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Color him, like, instantly entertained the second Nate starts pushing up sleeves that aren't even down in the first place. He settles in visibly, a little wiggle in his seat like he's getting comfortable for whatever bullshit this is about to be.

Poof, lighter gone.

Oh shit. Is this some actual legitimate close up magic? He's fucking delighted. Absurdly, ridiculously giddy over it, too enthusiastically shoving his hand in his pocket to pull out the lighter. ]


No fucking way

[ And if, when, he finds it he straight up throws his head back and laughs. ]

Oh my god, this is-- I am... so happy right now. This is the greatest thing that could have come from this conversation. I'm... wow.
wittingly: (sᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2020-10-06 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
No idea what you're talking about. Never happened. Doesn't ring a bell.

[ Brightly, despite the fact that Otherside is still clearly playing on the table in front of them.

And just to really seal in the absurdity: ]


I'm from Minnesota.

[ He's never even been to Minnesota. He does try and put a little Minnesota flair on the pronunciation though, with... debatable amounts of success. ]
wittingly: (Tʀʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ sᴘɪɴ ɪᴛ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2020-10-06 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He catches that pillow with all the offense he can manage to plaster on his face, curls it in on himself defensively. Hugs it for support.

And in his own home--

The order seems to freeze him for a second, eyes lifting up to the ceiling, teeth sinking into lower lip. ]


Fffff....

[ No no just wait give him a second here he....

can do this...

He blows out a slow breath. ]


...Mil ...wuakee?
wittingly: (Iғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘᴏɴ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2020-10-06 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that's what I said. Wisconsin.

[ And he's just gonna... take that... bong now oh look so distracted by all these drugs.

Except that it's so fucking stupid, it's so stupid that it's funny. There's a laugh struggling to quake out of his stomach, it's bubbling up the back of his throat, and he has to pull his mouth away from the glass before he starts laughing into it.

Hides his smile by rubbing his hand over his lips for a second while the muscles fight against themselves. ]
wittingly: (I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅʟʏ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2020-10-06 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And that's what breaks him, that grip to his shoulder. All the internalized muscle-spasm twitching starts snaking out of his throat in hisses through his teeth. If it wasn't already visible, the little seismic jerks that happen underneath Nate's hand give it away regardless.

When he manages to find his voice, or he thinks he does enough that he won't let out a proper laugh, he shakes loose a belligerent: ]


No. This is-

[ A sound escapes anyway, he clears his throat to chase it out. ]

This is classic comedy for Minnesota.

[ Wait, fuck-- ]

Wisconsin.
wittingly: (ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2020-10-06 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Annnnnnnd it's gone, all composure lost, just stupid laughter that peels out so hard he sort of collapses against the back cushion of the couch — probably trapping Nate's hand between his shoulder and the fabric in the process, but he doesn't really notice. ]

You- you got it.

[ He agrees emphatically, except he's definitely giving Nate shit for it. It's somehow still audible despite the fact that he's barely even really making words through the laughter. ]

That's it, that's the one—
wittingly: (I ᴡᴀs ғɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sɪx)

[personal profile] wittingly 2020-10-07 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ He shake shakes his head, a rhythmic and insistent back and forth, but he can't school his mouth down enough to say no you don't. It's implied, it's heavily implied even if he can't get it out.

A second or two later affords him some composure, and he rights himself enough to dip forward and thumb at one of his eyes. He's not quite been reduced to tears, but there's a definite wetness at the corners that he rubs away. ]


Oh, god.

[ He manages absently, a little strained. Between the smoke and the sucking down air, his throat's dry as hell. He pushes to his feet, still rubbing at his eyelashes, pitching out an offer. ]

Hey man, you want some SunnyD? Or like... B or C, or G, fuck. Or water, but I'm tryin' to get rid of my failures.

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