vanillajello | The Causeway, Sunday Evening

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The Causeway, Sunday Evening

Despite the progress she'd been making in a variety of things, walking around alone after sunset was still not something Kate was particularly fond of. She'd been pretty keen on spending time with Zach, though, so that meant it had already been dark when she'd made back east. And that... had quickly led to going through a mental list of options of what to do.

She'd picked calling Nathan before catching a cab back to the island. She had her reasons. And she also had a little brown bag of takeaway in hand when she stepped onto the causeway. Like she'd promised.

[ooc: For that one guy who could never ever protect her from an angry vampire or anything else, really.]

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"Then, you're gonna have to figure it out for yourself," Nathan said as he started walking. "I am not your image coach or some self help guru."

And he was really over standing outside just to talk so he sped up his pace, head down and hands in his pockets. He was tired now.

And she was mildly sorry about that. Not overly but still. Her assumptions of never having serious conversations with him had also covered him never having to deal with the majority of her bullshit.

"I know that," Kate said, finding it easy to keep up with him. All that working out must've helped. "You're just a straightforward Irish dude with good hair."

"I know that but thanks," he said, keeping his head down but sounding a little less sullen than he had. "All of me's beautiful."

"Well, I can only vouch for most of it." Since he'd paraded around in his underpants when she'd visited once. "But you're not far off the mark."

"Yeah, that's your own fault, just remember, but I've gotten plenty of good comments on both my sexual prowess and how good I am with my hands," Nathan replied, shrugging. "You missed out, someone else didn't. Shame."

Kate snorted. "It'll be tough but I think I'll live," she said, amusement tinting her voice. "But who knows what'll happen it this normality thing falls through."

Nathan still didn't agree with that and shook his head to illustrate that particular feeling. "Yeah, that's better you than me. I'm already bored and I'm not even pretending."

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"Well, you're not the one who has to be normal with me," she shrugged. "Zach is. You just get me drunkenly ranting about giraffes."

"Zach." That name even sounded boring. He shook his head. "You enjoy that. I'll stick with meaningless sex in onsens."

"Then I suppose I'll live the abnormal life vicariously through you," she mused, not meaning it all that much. "And then you'll probably think I'm jealous or envious or something."

"Everyone's envious of me," he said confidently, shrugging another thin shoulder. "I'm used to the attention. It's humbling in a way. It makes me a better man, a more complete man. It makes me...amazing."

This time, Kate actually snickered. "And so very modest," she said, glancing over at him. "I can see you're totally humbled."

"Modesty is the best policy," Nathan said and then frowned. "Or is that honesty? Well, whatever it is, I've both them both in spades. Complete package, I am. Enjoy your fantasies about me, Kate. I know you're having them."

"That's presumptuous, Nathaniel," Kate chided him, lightly. He could blame Zach for that particular backwards nickname. "That's way too abnormal for me, you see, I'm turning very proper now."

She was not.

"Nathan," he corrected, making a face. "Nathan. Nathaniel sounds like some nipple sucking mama's boy with thoughts of going further than that, the sick freak. Nathan."

"Nathaaaniel," Kate repeated with a smirk, drawing the name out. Hey, she honestly thought it was a good one. "Nathaniel Young. Esquire."

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"That's not my name which means I won't answer to it," Nathan told her, shaking his head. "Better correct yourself quick or you're gonna look like a damn fool."

Kate gave an exaggerated, sad sigh. "Well, then I'll just have to call you that inside my head, and you'll never know."

"As long as you don't call me that out loud, I don't care. I hope you and the voices in your head are very happy together," Nathan said, shrugging his shoulders.

And she called herself normal.

Well, to be fair she'd only ever really claimed she could pass for normal.

"We tend to be," she snarked. "They're good for company."

Nathan shook his head, pleased to see that the dorms were nearly right in front of them. He was freezing. He was way too skinny to be traipsing out in the cold for so long.

"Fucking finally," he muttered, already thinking of his nice warm bed. "Next time, you're gonna owe me chicken nuggets and some body heat if you want another escort."

"I think I'll just make sure I don't come back after dark," Kate mused, shaking her head, eyes on the dorms. Mm, warm bed. "Thanks anyway."

"Yeah, sure," Nathan said, shrugging and falling quiet for a few moments. The cold may have just frozen his brain, making quips and witty remarks a little more difficult. "You can find your way to your room, I hope?"

"I'm sure I can call my roommate if I get lost," Kate replied, her own snark somewhat subdued now. "I'll be fine."

"See you later, then," Nathan said, already heading for the stairs so he could make the four floor climb and get to his room where he could finally get his skinny ass warm.

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