[ Too bad, he came anyways. In his hands is a box, filled with the kettle, teas, cups he "borrowed" from the feast, and sitting right on top, a piece of strawberry cake.
He knocks after checking his cuff. ]
I'm here to pick up your corpse.
[ Maybe he shouldn't joke about that given all that's been happening, but Nic started it! ]
[ joke all you like, zuko, it's not like nic can hear it anyway....................
he does sense the knock, though, having been leaning against the wall the entire time and all. zuko may be able to hear some light shuffling for a few seconds.
[ zuko will never get a reply to that (which is fortunate, as it would have probably been something alone the lines of: are you sure it won't kill you?
but anyway... the door opens a handful of seconds later, revealing nic in all his beat up glory. at least he's stopped bleeding by now? but yeah, he doesn't really make a pretty picture at the moment, which is not really helped by the flat expression he gives the boy. ]
[ For a moment, Zuko just stares at Nic with widened eyes. He might've expected to be greeted by a grumpy face (does Nic's face ever look not-grumpy?), but this was concerning. ]
What happened?
[ Oh, right, he should answer his question if he wants to stand any chance of actually being accepted inside. he just wants to be loved! ]
[ nic doesn't even bother with that initial question, eyes barely flicking over the text as he lifts his wrist to look it over. instead, he just gives the cake a quick look, snatches it off the rest of zuko's burden (clumsily, though, as if his hands aren't quite working right), and turns back into the room, leaving the door for the boy to tend to.
by the time zuko joins him in the main area, he's already got half the cake shoved into his mouth, icing on his cheek and all. (he... probably hasn't had much to eat lately... oops.) ]
[ Zuko lets him make off with the cake, and he has enough decency to close the door behind them once he steps inside, but he won't let up on the lack of answer just yet. He's persistent today. Or was it obnoxiously stubborn, every day?
He quickly runs to keep up with Nic, jumping in front of his path. This time, he remembers Nic's disability, and there's no mistaking what those lips are saying. Yelling, more like. ]
Hey! I mean it! Who-- or what, did this to you?!
[ And he ate that cake so fast that Zuko's now cursing himself for not bringing more substantial things other than that piece and tea. ]
[ nic stops mid-step the moment the boy is suddenly ALL UP IN HIS GRILL... he blinks a few times, looking genuinely surprised by your sudden presence, zuko. gj you managed to sneak up on a deaf man. (it's surprisingly difficult, sometimes, okay!)
but what are you even saying, zuko, that ain't english. unless it is, and i'm dumb. nic glances down at his wrist, briefly reading the words before he waves a mangled hand in the air, getting some frosting on the floor in the process. ]
i Did. [ he arches a brow at zuko. ] ArE yOU GoiNG TO mAkE mE PAy for IT?
[ with zuko no longer in his way, nic has every chance now to continue moving away. but he doesn't. instead he contemplates the rest of the cake in his mangled hands. ]
i HaD To GEt SomEWhERe. tHe DooR WaSn'T LETtinG me.
( ooc; hello! due to rl issues of moving abroad i hadn't been able to get to tags for the past two weeks, so i apologize for the long wait. i realize this is coming in quite late, so please don't feel obligated to continue if the moment has passed for you! i'm free to work out handwaving the rest of the thread if that would be more preferable for you, either through PM or plurk at emotes! regardless, thank you so much for your patience and tags! c: )
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FROM: brown.nicolas@cdc.org
Mayb i can
FROM: brown.nicolas@cdc.org
Apro
!
APRON
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If you can drink that much then I'll make that much.
FROM: zuko@cdc.org
But you can't! So it doesn't matter!
FROM: zuko@cdc.org
No way.
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These ar my terms nd condition s
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No.
FROM: zuko@cdc.org
Why?!
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I hvae specifc needs
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You're into stuff like that???
[ NIC HE THOUGHT YOU WERE A DECENT GUY.................... ]
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ok just play dumb ]
FROM: brown.nicolas@cdc.org
Stff liek what
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LMAO PLS
Guys in apro
FROM: zuko@cdc.org
You know what, nevermind. I'm coming over.
FROM: zuko@cdc.org
No apron.
/halo
Im dead oops
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He knocks after checking his cuff. ]
I'm here to pick up your corpse.
[ Maybe he shouldn't joke about that given all that's been happening, but Nic started it! ]
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he does sense the knock, though, having been leaning against the wall the entire time and all. zuko may be able to hear some light shuffling for a few seconds.
and then silence. ]
FROM: brown.nicolas@cdc.org
Stll dead
[ or, you know. too lazy to open the door. ]
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me too me too i'm dumb.He groans as the message pops up. ]
Open the door!
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FROM: brown.nicolas@cdc.org
You do it
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You know I can't.
FROM: zuko@cdc.org
I'm going to eat your cake.
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cake, you say?
zuko may hear some more shifting... getting closer to the door... ]
FROM: brown.nicolas@cdc.org
Re they dagggers cakes
??/
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FROM: zuko@cdc.org
I don't know, it's cake from the feast.
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but anyway... the door opens a handful of seconds later, revealing nic in all his beat up glory. at least he's stopped bleeding by now? but yeah, he doesn't really make a pretty picture at the moment, which is not really helped by the flat expression he gives the boy. ]
whAt kInD of CAKe?
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What happened?
[ Oh, right, he should answer his question if he wants to stand any chance of actually being accepted inside.
he just wants to be loved!]It's strawberry. Strawberries and cream.
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by the time zuko joins him in the main area, he's already got half the cake shoved into his mouth, icing on his cheek and all. (he... probably hasn't had much to eat lately... oops.) ]
ah time to be an obnoxious shit
He quickly runs to keep up with Nic, jumping in front of his path. This time, he remembers Nic's disability, and there's no mistaking what those lips are saying. Yelling, more like. ]
Hey! I mean it! Who-- or what, did this to you?!
[ And he ate that cake so fast that Zuko's now cursing himself for not bringing more substantial things other than that piece and tea. ]
when is it never that time though?
but what are you even saying, zuko, that ain't english.
unless it is, and i'm dumb.nic glances down at his wrist, briefly reading the words before he waves a mangled hand in the air, getting some frosting on the floor in the process. ]i Did. [ he arches a brow at zuko. ] ArE yOU GoiNG TO mAkE mE PAy for IT?
true
Is he lying? ]
What? Why?
[ He moves out of the way. ]
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i HaD To GEt SomEWhERe. tHe DooR WaSn'T LETtinG me.
( ooc; hello! due to rl issues of moving abroad i hadn't been able to get to tags for the past two weeks, so i apologize for the long wait. i realize this is coming in quite late, so please don't feel obligated to continue if the moment has passed for you! i'm free to work out handwaving the rest of the thread if that would be more preferable for you, either through PM or plurk at