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𝙖𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙪 @drake

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@svstrange, dm.

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[ Nate's warbler has been popping this week, with another prominent partnership and some related merch... which means, ]

Looks like your cousin's been busy. Congratulations, Sam, if you see this before Nathan does.

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Thanks for the well-wishes as always, Stephen. We’ve been busy.

[ Which is a polite way of saying yes thank you for being so invested, once again. ]

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So I see.

Do you have any room in that busy schedule to fit a meeting? Before the Masquerade, perhaps. You've been invited?

[ He asks, as though it's a question - as though he didn't put Nate on the guestlist himself, via Yennefer. ]

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[ Wonderful. Great. Exactly what he wanted to spend his precious, extremely-limited personal time doing. It's been this way for nearly two decades, though, so Nate responds with the usual: ]

Of course, name the time and place.

And thank you for the invitation, I appreciate the inclusion. Did you have any guidance on thematic attire [ Seeing as Nate's appearance reflects on Stephen. ] or should I let Mrs. Coldwater have her way with me?

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Around 7. I'll have a reception room set aside at the hotel venue, tell a concierge you're there to see me.

I'll leave you to the devices of Mrs. Coldwater. I'd hate to deprive her.

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I'll be there.

[ Frippery and finery are the watchwords of Midge's style lexicon, and she doesn't disappoint. She dresses Nate in something navy - brings out your eyes, sweetheart - she'd told him with a pat on the cheek, smoothing the silver thread embroidery and messing with his hair for the fortieth damn time.

Making his way through the upper echelons of the Volary was once a thing that earned the side-eye, the scrutiny of Shrikes, but it's been twenty years since he was first "invited" to an audience with Strange and since then his comings and goings haven't undergone the same skepticism. It's normal, for Nathan Drake to attend the weekly, or every-other-week, meeting. Normal for him to tread the same path into company so rarified most of the pee-ons will never see the man Nate sees with such regularity that it started to get old a decade ago.

Normal, still, to walk through private, reserved areas in private, reserved establishments. The concierge isn't shocked to see him, they simply excuse themselves and hurry to his side, speaking in an inoffensive, soft and conversational manner, as the guest of a Cardinal is clearly the sort of highfalutin they want - greater is the honor that it's someone whose face is gracing multiple advertisements and has for years. ]

Thanks, I got it.

[ Nate says with no small amount of exhaustion, waving the man off and opening his own door far down the corridor. It's an intimate room, all dark woods and deep greens, like something from a bygone era, and he's alone. Slipping his hands into his pockets Nate wanders to one of the windows and watches the street below. ]

@mrs.coldwater

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nathan

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Midge.

@orbweaver

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saw the new deodorant ad, looks great. think you could get me the number of that smoking hot brunette?

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I don’t know, the rumor mill says he’s taken.

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lucky guy, with all that merch I bet he smells fucking fantastic

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You could say he's scent-sational.

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there are certain times in our relationship that I have to remind myself I love you
and then part of me goes, 'why?'
and then there's like some internal debate over the pros and cons, but ultimately what wins it is how many bags of groceries you can carry at once

you're riding a fine line drake

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I can carry a LOT of groceries. Like, a really impressive amount.

Either way I think I can hook you up with the brunette.

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and yet somehow you never smush the bread
like some kind of magic badass grocery wizard

yeah? you think you can get him to go out with me?

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I make sure it's on top so it stays fluffy, the way you like it.

How's tonight sound?

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i don't know, tonight's pretty booked
i guess i can reschedule binge watching Lost for the fourteenth time
what do you want for dinner?

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You've only watched it thirteen times? Amateur.

Breakfast for dinner?

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I'm sorry I can't live up to your impossible standards

pancakes or waffles

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:)

Which one is currently appealing to you? The surrealist unpredictability of pancakes, or the uniformity and equivalent syrup distribution of waffles?

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thank you for posing such an interesting philosophical quandary, the likes of which may bring insight to my very essence

syrup pockets.

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Waffles it is.

[ There are benefits to being where they are. Actual food instead of protein bar rations, for one. ]

Truly boggles the mind how you derive pleasure from the dough grid. If I find out you're privately doing mental math with them I'm breaking up with you.

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maybe I am, and no you're not :)
look man
it's a matter of practicality and efficiency
all of the waffle toppings are contained within the confines of the waffle
waffles are good engineering
pancakes are chaos
you just slap shit on them and pray

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Maybe I LIKE the chaos. Every bite is different. What's that over there? Could be more syrup. Could be butter. Could be preserves. It's always a surprise.

Waffle toppings are only contained so long as you maintain the structural integrity of each unit. As soon as the dam breaks you lose your syrup reservoir. Boom, a flood that you can't mop up with a waffle because they're not as spongy and absorbent as pancakes.

Check and mate.