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Deck | Afternoon | Friday | April 22

Even if it was chillier than previous days, Nathan wasn't going to let that stop him from eating an ice cream cone he'd picked up in town. He'd only had a few bucks on him and ended up having to make the devastatingly difficult choice between ice cream and alcohol. In the end, he'd given his liver a break for the afternoon and gone with the ice cream.

Now, his long limbs were sprawled lazily in a chair, feet up and eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. The clouds overhead would protect his fair skin from a burn even if he hadn't been wearing a soft hoodie and jeans. It was chilly but he was comfortable. He felt good.

Nathan would have liked to say he'd been busy thinking about important things but really, his mind was a complete blank save for the occasional explicit mental image that popped in there. Hey, he was a guy and that happened. He made no apologies for his dirty nature.

[Open deck so open, yes]

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"Maybe it's the name. I'd be pretty nuts, too, if my name had a silent M in it."

A silent M that was pronounced as a V. Seriously.

Yeah, Nathan had no idea either.

"Her mum and I could not figure out where the name came from," Nathan admitted with a laugh. "Caroline insists she had to be drugged or something. Which would mean I'd have come up with the name and I can barely spell Nathan sometimes so...I doubt it was me."

"Maybe there was something on TV? Or a relative came up with it, or you just walked into a bar in Ireland and offered drinks to the first person to help you name your kid," Warren suggested. "Or maybe she made it up, and was telling you her name was that just to mess with your head."

"Well, both their names started with a C," Nathan said like he was just now realizing that. "I think you might be on the right track with that last one. I'm always getting blamed for shit when it's only my fault like a seventy five percent of the time! That's still a quarter of the time when I'm the innocent victim!"

"It's a very important quarter," Warren laughed, shaking his head. "People should stop going with the odds and at least give you the benefit of being innocent until proven guilty, right?"

"Where have you been all my life, Warren?" Nathan wondered, snickering. "I could have used you in the many arguments where blame's automatically assigned to me because I'm, well, me!"

"What you need is to start hanging out with someone else who can take the blame," Warren decided. He was going to be oh-so-helpful today, see? "Somebody whose fault it is eighty percent of the time. That way, you'll look like a completely innocent angel in comparison."

Nodding, Nathan rubbed his chin, trying to think if he knew someone like that. "You're not volunteering for the position, are you? I can't pay you or anything but I'd hire you!"

"It's about my fault... maybe five percent of the time," Warren replied, not quite able to beat the crooked little smile from his face in any case. "I think I have a lot of work to do before I can properly fill that position, but if you're willing to teach me, I might prove to be a half-decent student, at least?"

Well. He'd give it a spirited attempt.

"You actually want me to take you under my wing?" Nathan asked, kind of digging the possibilities this idea could have. "Like, you'd be the grasshopper and I'd be the..."

Was there another bug involved in that analogy? "...praying mantis?"

It was an interesting anaology, Warren had to admit.

"So long as there's no attempting to eat me involved, I think I'd actually be pretty okay with that," he admitted. "Even your story with the ball pit sounded kind of fun. And... I've sort of been living under a rock for most of my life. It would be a nice change of pace, getting into a little trouble."

Preferably the sort of trouble that wouldn't leave his shirt smeared with his own blood, which seemed to be the trend, lately.

"I think we've got an arrangement, Warren," Nathan said and stuck out his hand again. "We'll see about getting you into some trouble that doesn't get us both killed or arrested for something more than a misdemeanor. We don't need to be in jail for longer than a few hours."

Oh. Warren liked the sound of that word. Misdemeanor. It sounded like something that his father would very thoroughly frown upon.

"I don't do so well with being locked up," Warren admitted, reaching to shake Nathan's hand one more time. "But on the upside, bail shouldn't be too much of a problem, for whatever."

Lunch money, really.

"Well, that just gives me more leeway in finding things for us to do," Nathan said, looking a little devious now. "We still should avoid felonies because that means trials and shit and I hate courtrooms but other than that? Freeeeeeee run, mate."

"Free run," Warren echoed. It was a challenge not to sound too bewildered by that phrase. "Like... what? Have you got any examples?"

It was wrong that he kind of hoped that whatever it was might involve another ball pit.

"Off the top of my head?" Nathan leaned back against the chair and thought about it for a second. "Willing to make some noise at a local IKEA? Cuz, I fucking hate IKEA and anyway I can get back at that store is a good one. Maybe I'll egg a store or something."

"IKEA is the place that gives their furniture names like Steve and Karl, right?"

Warren had never been to one. But there was that song by that guy who sang about things like that, and so he figured that he was at least somewhat enlightened, at least.

"... I bet you've never egged a store from above it before, have you?"

Any place that named its chairs 'Karl' probably deserved it anyhow.

"...nope," Nathan admitted but now he was thinking about how fucking awesome it would be. "If I tried to do that, I'd need a fucking ladder and that'd just be too much of a pain to setup and I'd probably fall off it and break my face."

"I can lift... at least twice my own body weight while flying without breaking a sweat," Warren shared, conversationally. "I mean, if somebody theoretically wanted to divebomb a store with eggs in the dead of night, and didn't feel too weird being carried around by another guy..."

See, he was totally catching on to this 'troublemaking' thing already!

"Warren, I think we should get married," Nathan said though he made it pretty clear he was joking. "And if that's not possible, then illicit affair. You're stealing my heart with this kind of talk!"

Giving him new ways to cause trouble? Totally the way to Nathan's heart. Totally.

"That's me all over. A shameless romantic."

... Which wasn't too far off, really, but Warren was joking too, fortunately.

"So long as you don't go and discover some sort of crippling fear of heights when we're fifty feet off the ground, I think that actually kind of... sounds like fun."

The egging. Not the illicit affair.

"I've pissed off overpasses and never felt the need to just pass out and die," Nathan assured him with some oversharing thrown in there for fun. "I think I'll be okay, man. As long as you don't drop me or anything, of course."

"I haven't dropped anybody yet," Warren assured him.

Well, he hadn't dropped anybody yet by accident. Wasn't that reassuring?

"I think so long as you don't drop your pants and decide to take a leak in mid-air while I'm carrying you, you should be fairly safe from being dropped."

Peeing in flight would be messy. Particularly if the wind changed.

Nathan crossed his heart with a finger and then held up a hand. "I solemnly swear to not lose my liquids while we're midflight. With my luck, it'd end up all over my pants and then I'd stink. Not good for attracting the girls."

"Not particularly," Warren agreed, laughing softly and shaking his head a little, not quite able to believe that they were having this conversation. "And I wouldn't be all that thrilled if you got any on my shoes while we were at it."

And he'd be way less thrilled if he got any in Warren's feathers.

Deck | Afternoon | Friday | April 22

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