don't worry, i'll find a cool rock for you. can't have you living rocklessly.
[ Heyoooooooo-
Anyway. Nate has long-since waved away the need for manually letting Lance in, so he adjusts the door settings to permit his entry for the foreseeable future. It slides open and Nate, behind the kitchen counter, is pouring a drink. ]
[Lance rolls his eyes so hard at that text that it almost hurts, and decides to ignore it. Once he's at Nate's place and the door slides open, he offers Nate a small smile at his greeting and steps in, glancing around briefly to see if the others are here, but it seems deserted for now. All the better; he gets along fine with Nate's roommates and all, but sometimes you just don't need that much activity.
Lance is dressed about as lightly as he ever gets due to the weather, in jeans and open button-up over a teeshirt. The ring Nate had given him over a year earlier is tucked out of sight underneath his tee, but the fabric is thin and the cord of the necklace is visible at his collar, so it would probably be easy enough to notice. Lance isn't thinking about that fact at all at the moment though, instead wandering over to the counter and setting a small travel mug on it.]
Since you're drinking you probably won't want this right away, but good thing coffee keeps in the fridge pretty well.
[Take this offering, friend. Gotta share the coffee wealth.]
[ His "drink" was a little hair of the dog, but largely because real coffee is hard to come by. Methamphetamines seem like they're easier to get a hold of than caffeine. Because of this, Nate completely abandons the alcohol and slides along the edge of the counter before reaching for the travel mug.
Its insulated, but a little heat leaches out into his palm and he's never felt something so deliciously wonderful in his life. ]
See, this is why you're my favorite. Don't tell the others.
[That initial reaction alone is enough to make Lance brighten a little, pleased to see Nate happy, but the last comment just earns an actual genuine smile and laugh.]
What, and have people try and challenge me for the position? Who do you think I am?
[He rests his forearms on the counter and leans on them, though only briefly before reaching out to take the drink Nate's abandoned for himself.]
[ Nate says imperiously, allowing the minor but noticed theft of some sub-par tequila. He won't begrudge the man a nip, he's more than earned it based on this gratuitously generous gift.
He takes a sip, swallows, and sighs for dramatic effect. ]
[He makes a brief face at the taste of tequila, but doesn't give up the drink.]
I'll take that title.
[But as for the actual question he's a little more serious, because he's trying to put the response tactfully.]
I'm lucky in that people recognizing me after the Aerie has come with some bonuses.
[Bonuses he knows other people don't have, and in fact are--unfairly--getting the opposite of. So might as well share what good fortune he does, for once, have.
And, to lighten the topic a little with some morbid humor, in their usual style--]
At least this time I got something out of being murdered. Coffee almost makes up for the whole experience.
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Not bad important, before you worry.
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WAIT
you found a cool rock
NO
you've taken up herpetology
i give up
i'm at my apartment
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I wish
No, though that's an idea
Okay great, I'll stop by.
[And a short time later he'll knock politely on the door.]
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[ Heyoooooooo-
Anyway. Nate has long-since waved away the need for manually letting Lance in, so he adjusts the door settings to permit his entry for the foreseeable future. It slides open and Nate, behind the kitchen counter, is pouring a drink. ]
Hey!
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Lance is dressed about as lightly as he ever gets due to the weather, in jeans and open button-up over a teeshirt. The ring Nate had given him over a year earlier is tucked out of sight underneath his tee, but the fabric is thin and the cord of the necklace is visible at his collar, so it would probably be easy enough to notice. Lance isn't thinking about that fact at all at the moment though, instead wandering over to the counter and setting a small travel mug on it.]
Since you're drinking you probably won't want this right away, but good thing coffee keeps in the fridge pretty well.
[Take this offering, friend. Gotta share the coffee wealth.]
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[ His "drink" was a little hair of the dog, but largely because real coffee is hard to come by. Methamphetamines seem like they're easier to get a hold of than caffeine. Because of this, Nate completely abandons the alcohol and slides along the edge of the counter before reaching for the travel mug.
Its insulated, but a little heat leaches out into his palm and he's never felt something so deliciously wonderful in his life. ]
See, this is why you're my favorite. Don't tell the others.
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What, and have people try and challenge me for the position? Who do you think I am?
[He rests his forearms on the counter and leans on them, though only briefly before reaching out to take the drink Nate's abandoned for himself.]
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[ Nate says imperiously, allowing the minor but noticed theft of some sub-par tequila. He won't begrudge the man a nip, he's more than earned it based on this gratuitously generous gift.
He takes a sip, swallows, and sighs for dramatic effect. ]
Who'd you kill for this?
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I'll take that title.
[But as for the actual question he's a little more serious, because he's trying to put the response tactfully.]
I'm lucky in that people recognizing me after the Aerie has come with some bonuses.
[Bonuses he knows other people don't have, and in fact are--unfairly--getting the opposite of. So might as well share what good fortune he does, for once, have.
And, to lighten the topic a little with some morbid humor, in their usual style--]
At least this time I got something out of being murdered. Coffee almost makes up for the whole experience.