nathan

[polyapathy]

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[notaquaman]

Used my mind.

[He grins slightly, but it's gone by the time he takes a slug of whiskey, then waits to trade once again.]

Nah, I lit it on the stove in the kitchen.

[polyapathy]

Damn. That's such a pain.

[This place is bigoted against smokers.]

So your memories came back.

[notaquaman]

Right? I'll have to see if there's any way I can get myself a lighter without having to shag for it.

[Because that sounds like way too much work, no matter how much he'd like to have sex.]

Yeah. Right when that announcement happened, it all came back. Fucking weird.

[polyapathy]

Fucking weird, indeed.

[It's far from the weirdest thing Katy's heard today, but she's not about to play that game.]

I wouldn't let it set you off from getting busy. Especially given it seems to be the thing to do around here.

[notaquaman]

Ah, well don't you worry about that. First change I get, I'll get back on that horse.

[The fuck me horse.]

Just, you know, depending on how things go. What about you? Met any potentials?

[polyapathy]

Well, you. I suppose I'd do some yessin' with Haymitch, Carlos, and Junpei... Polly wasn't bad-looking before she went full throttle crazy. Grune's weird, but nothing I'd say no to... Ah, and Prompto.

[She shrugs, as those are all the notables that come to mind. She takes another drink. Also, yes, she totally listed Nathan and glossed right over it.]

Thanks for letting me murder you, by the way.

[notaquaman]

[Don't mind him while he quietly reacts to that gloss over by a very enthusiastic drink the next time he has a chance. Play it cool, Nathan. Play it fucking cool. He would be downing mints right now if he had the supply. Still, he snorts.]

Not something you gotta be thanking me for.

[Because, as flippant as he was about the whole thing, he takes another drag of his joint and pauses. He's not that oblivious.]

All this shit, yeah? First time you've ever been around...you know, death?

[polyapathy]

[If she notices the intense guzzling, she doesn't show it. She's here to crossfade, too. Speaking of, she plucks the joint out of his hand.]

My folks passed on a few years back. Car accident. It was sudden, but it was... Cleaner. And I've seen animals die, of course. It's part of growing up on a farm.

[Long story short: No, she hasn't. Not really.]

[notaquaman]

[Nathan nods, effectively giving her temporary ownership of the joint. Let all your troubles fade, girl.]

The first time I saw a dead body I threw up all over the floor. You're made of much tougher shit than I am.

[He flashes her a grin, sardonic.]

Not that you needed me to tell you that one.

[polyapathy]

[She takes a heavy hit and holds it for a long moment before passing the joint back.]

Says the guy who's died, what, like seven times?

[She's forgotten the exact number. It's more than zero, which is impressive enough for her.]

Where are you sleeping tonight?

[notaquaman]

If you must know, I shit my pants almost every time.

[He's so charming? But then he scoffs.]

Fuck if I know. That weird guy from earlier never actually gave me back my fucking clam.

[polyapathy]

Classy.

[She's not in the state to care. Oh, speaking of, time for some whiskey.]

Mm. Get yourself something to eat, then come by my room after about an hour. I need to check on Haymitch.

[She stands, but leaves the bottle on the fountain edge for him.]

For the record, tonight we're sleeping, not fucking. You'll be on the floor. I like you, but I don't know you. I'll help you get your clamshell back in the morning.

[or not because of the whole execution thing but like SOON.]