nathan

[polyapathy]

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[notaquaman]

Normally this is the part where I make a wise crack about how we should try 'em and find out...but I've had a pretty fucked-up experience with that shit, so.

[He doesn't really wanna try it...but he still does grin and start heading toward it, walking backwards so he can keep talking to Katy.]

I bet someone would pay a high price to get it back.

[polyapathy]

[Fucked-up experience, eh? She'll file that one away for later. In the meantime, she follows him, albeit warily.]

What sort of price are you after?

[notaquaman]

...depends on who I'm conning.

[Which is to say, he hasn't decided.]

Everyone wants something, right?

[polyapathy]

[Well, she has to give him that.]

You get up to much conning, do you?

[notaquaman]

I dabble.

[He gives her a one shouldered shrug as he reaches the little baggie, and waiting until they're close together, bends to pick it up. Only...it's gone as soon as his fingers touch the thing. And more than that...]

What the fuck?

[The two of them are trapped inside of an impenetrable bubble! Instinctively, Nathan pounds his fist on it, but...no dice.]

[polyapathy]

Oh, come the fuck on...

[She should've guessed the baggie was more mind games.]

Now I suppose we're meant to share memories with each other. I had it happen a couple times with the others.

[notaquaman]

[He pauses.]

Now who isn't sharing vital information? Fuck, fuck...fuck!

[God, he doesn't want her to see anything about him. Like, it's one thing to tell someone about some of the shit in your past but the visual? It's alarming. Groaning, Nathan slides down to the bottom of the bubble.]