( As far as Nate knows, it must be a telepath thing.
He looks down to the cinnaroll again - takes a moment to shove some of the doughy part into his mouth this time around and falls quiet then as he chews, wondering how this whole Solmara thing will go. Especially with some alternate and young version of his father going with him. He wants to help but heā¦ doesnāt do teamwork very often or all that well. Itās justā¦ easier to do it himself. Sending Scott along, regardless of the balancing each other out excuse almost feels like a way to make sure he doesnāt do anything too altruistic if he were by himself. Heās onto you, Julian.
Sigh on his lips, he looks over to her there with him. Quiet. Contemplative. In a way that isnāt sharing what heās thinking or feeling. )
Heās kind of a lot, huh?
( He huffs a bit then. )
Quentin. I offered to severe the connection if things get bad, but he wouldnāt hear of it. Thought I was being considerate but I guess not.
(Oh, Nate thinks he's a lot? Quentin hasn't even started being "a lot", trust her. She has seen him being a lot more... Lot, and dealt with it too. She's gonna have to find someplace to sit, so she'll gesture with her head so they'll go to the tables within Kwik Trip. Sounds like they're talking, and if that's the subject, well.)
You haven't seen him being a lot yet.
(Leaving it at that. The second half is much more important.)
I'm... Ugh, with him on this. Something happens to you, we gotta know, and besides. We've all had really, really shitty things happen to us. We can deal with it.
( He follows along ā takes a seat beside her ā cinnaroll still in hand or, what's left of it anyways. Looking over to her there, he considers her words as he did Quentin's and just... sighs a little, blue eyes flicking their gaze up to the sky that he'll probably have to take to soon. )
I just meant more if it gets really bad. I didn't want him to have to feel anything I might feel.
Yep. Pain would be the least of my concerns and thoughts if you kick it. We've all been through that several times, Nate. It's a choice to be there if you have to go through it too.
(He chose to befriend the girl who died a buncha times, and the guy who died a buncha times. If it were her who were connected to Nate and he kicked it, she'd be there until the last moment trying to fight it.
Better than to just say goodbye and call it a day.)
( Letting his gaze drop for a moment, he sets his hand with the cinnaroll there on his leg and, leaning in some, he presses his brow to hers, blue eyes falling shut then. )
( The smile he wears is faint, brow resting there against hers, lips brushing over hers for that sweet kiss. It's why he came to see her like this before he sets off, right? )
I mean... not like I can compare to any of your sisters, but. I'll do what I can to help if you need it.
I know you mean it to be comforting, but actually, that's a very good thing.
(She won't explain further right now, especially when his lips are still close enough for her to take in a series of smaller kisses before she smiles against them.)
Think we've all got a bit of complicated in our lives.
( He knows he sure does, especially regarding his existence.
Eyeing her there, he presses another kiss to her lips, then trails them along her jaw and down her neck, leaving kiss after kiss after kiss on her while he still can. It's not forever ā he'll see her again. He just feels like showering her in affection before he needs to take off. Even if he's here at Kwik Trip. )
(He has no idea. The only reason why she isn't thinking about it or talking to him about it is because she doesn't think it's appropriate to get his mind off a mission, but when he's back? Welcome to the mess, Sophie Express.
Neither here or now, because he's just pressing kisses to the right places, her head tilting to give him better access along with a hand to his cheek that encourages him.)
Awfully distracting. Maybe I just don't let you go.
( Words he murmurs against the softness of her skin, trailing his lips back up to meet hers for another kiss that he lets go for as long as it does. Cinnaroll forgotten, he indulges in a different sort of sweetness and wraps an arm around her, pulling her in a little close as he lets that kiss deepen between them. It's just them here anyways. Maybe a bot or two, but. Just them. Which won't really be much of a thing for the couple weeks he's gone to Solmara. )
See. Think of all that you could be doing instead. Mostly, me.
(She wasn't exactly sure whether they were going to be something out in the open, but this kind of clears any questions she might have had. She doesn't care if they are, and clearly, Nate doesn't either, with the way is taking her lips and the fact she's not only allowing it, but she's letting a little soft noise into it as she wraps arms around him.)
( Nate's mind wraps around them like a warm blanket, shielding them from prying eyes of all types and unexpected visitors, making them invisible. More instinct than a genuine effort made ā that innate need to protect himself. When her arms wrap around him he chuckles light and soft against her lips there, nosing at her as his own hands hold to her waist. )
(Or maybe he does care for privacy. Either way, it's whatever to her. She's not the one with telepathic family in Etraya, so he gets to choose. Instead, her hands go to the sharp cheekbones, caressing the structure with her thumb before she chuckles.)
As if. I'm not 'get hero-types to forsake missions' good in bed.
( Ducking his head some at that, when he looks up, itās through fallen strands of white in front of his face. )
I mean, to be fair, not like the bed was used.
( Chuckle there, he bumps his forehead to hers, telepathically keeping track of the time. Wouldnāt look too good to show up late to a thing he volunteered for after all. Thatās when he looks down between them, hands still on her waist. )
And you are good. Pretty sure you know that though.
(And of course, he acts cute about it. It's the dichotomy that fascinates her, now that she knows a little too much of what happens when he's hot, bothered, and lonely. Her finger moves to boop his nose, a grin on her lips.)
Whose fault is that, anyway?
(Hers, with impatience boiling her every cell, but blaming him is more fun.)
I'm patently fabulous, I know, I know. Still, point stands, I think you'd still be going if I had jumped you earlier.
Maybe. I do have a hard time saying no to something I feel passionate about.
( A beat, a grin. )
Or someone.
( As if an eighteen year old male would say no to getting it on with someone like Sophie. Wellā¦ most wouldnāt, he figures. Still, he leans back some - tilts his head some and lets his gaze drift up for a moment before heās looking back to her with that gentle smile on his lips. )
Youāll have to tell me how camp goes. The majority of it anyways.
Interesting. So that means at least some inner turmoil? My ego can live with that.
(This flirting thing they do always activate the Cuckoo in her brain. She could go back and forth in it forever, and never get tired. Her legs settle on his lap, stretched out so she can look at him without turning her torso, elbow on the table and chin on the back of her hand.)
Well, I can tell you now my plans include complaining, complaining more, and scaring the living shit of flatscans with Jules, since there's some haunted-based activities going on.
( Legs draped across his lap, he drops an arm down and slides his fingers under a thigh, holding her there as they sit. Her words regarding camp get him to chuckle a little, blue eyes curious. )
Itās not really that bad, is it?
( The sort of camping heād done with Forge and the others had been more survival than a family vacation, so. His idea of camping is likely a whole lot different to what theyāre all going to. )
The flastcan spooking plans will warm my cold, unfeeling heart. It's the one thing I am looking forward to in that place.
(So, yeah, pretty bad to her standards. She used to live in the mansion, take classes, and everything, and there was structure and rules, of course, but that was a billion years ago. Her life since has been... Well, pretty great, and she's not particularly happy about it.
But, hey, that hand is very, very nice, and the one that isn't being held rubs a bit on him accidentally, but also on purpose. Not that she has it in her for a quicky, but teasing? Always more than welcome.)
Your heartās not all that cold and unfeeling, you know.
( Heās just going to put that out there as he runs the tips of his fingers under her thigh. He knows sheās being a bit of a tease and that he needs to head out for Solmara, so. No time to go for a ride on the bench here, but. Itās not like he really minds. Itās her company he enjoys more than the possibility of sexā¦ even if thatās a bonus when heās in the mood for it. )
(Although it's not the first time she heard something similar. Kamala told her to her face that Sophie is a better person than she thinks she is, and yet here Nate is, saying something similar. Well. She does think it's just because he has never been around the Stepford Cuckoos, he'd have a world of caution then.
Still. He did say he has faith in her, and so far, he hasn't shown otherwise.)
( He sounds both playful and skeptical as he asks that, fingers ghosting along the inside of her thigh still until they come to rest atop it, his other arm draping back onto the table there to lean against. Moments like these are... nice. Ones he's had so few of and hoped would maybe last forever almost. To just... be, like this. Hanging out with a pretty girl and having it be just that. Nothing else. No tricks or manipulations being done. Just "normal" for them. )
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He looks down to the cinnaroll again - takes a moment to shove some of the doughy part into his mouth this time around and falls quiet then as he chews, wondering how this whole Solmara thing will go. Especially with some alternate and young version of his father going with him. He wants to help but heā¦ doesnāt do teamwork very often or all that well. Itās justā¦ easier to do it himself. Sending Scott along, regardless of the balancing each other out excuse almost feels like a way to make sure he doesnāt do anything too altruistic if he were by himself. Heās onto you, Julian.
Sigh on his lips, he looks over to her there with him. Quiet. Contemplative. In a way that isnāt sharing what heās thinking or feeling. )
Heās kind of a lot, huh?
( He huffs a bit then. )
Quentin. I offered to severe the connection if things get bad, but he wouldnāt hear of it. Thought I was being considerate but I guess not.
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You haven't seen him being a lot yet.
(Leaving it at that. The second half is much more important.)
I'm... Ugh, with him on this. Something happens to you, we gotta know, and besides. We've all had really, really shitty things happen to us. We can deal with it.
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I just meant more if it gets really bad. I didn't want him to have to feel anything I might feel.
( Or if he dies, you know. )
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(Does she mean talking about KiD OmEgA or does she mean communicating, general? Probably both. She's gonna try, but it's probably gonna be... Lacking.
When did she become the Quire whisperer, anyway?)
Look. If he doesn't feel like feeling it, he's more than capable of severing it himself. I wouldn't want you to do that myself, either.
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( He looks to her not with skepticism but... something else. )
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(He chose to befriend the girl who died a buncha times, and the guy who died a buncha times. If it were her who were connected to Nate and he kicked it, she'd be there until the last moment trying to fight it.
Better than to just say goodbye and call it a day.)
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Then I guess you know it goes both ways, right?
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I have been connected down to the very details to four other brains for my entire existence, so. Yep, I can live with that.
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I mean... not like I can compare to any of your sisters, but. I'll do what I can to help if you need it.
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(She won't explain further right now, especially when his lips are still close enough for her to take in a series of smaller kisses before she smiles against them.)
We're... Complicated.
(Like everything mutant-related is.)
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( He knows he sure does, especially regarding his existence.
Eyeing her there, he presses another kiss to her lips, then trails them along her jaw and down her neck, leaving kiss after kiss after kiss on her while he still can. It's not forever ā he'll see her again. He just feels like showering her in affection before he needs to take off. Even if he's here at Kwik Trip. )
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Neither here or now, because he's just pressing kisses to the right places, her head tilting to give him better access along with a hand to his cheek that encourages him.)
Awfully distracting. Maybe I just don't let you go.
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( Words he murmurs against the softness of her skin, trailing his lips back up to meet hers for another kiss that he lets go for as long as it does. Cinnaroll forgotten, he indulges in a different sort of sweetness and wraps an arm around her, pulling her in a little close as he lets that kiss deepen between them. It's just them here anyways. Maybe a bot or two, but. Just them. Which won't really be much of a thing for the couple weeks he's gone to Solmara. )
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(She wasn't exactly sure whether they were going to be something out in the open, but this kind of clears any questions she might have had. She doesn't care if they are, and clearly, Nate doesn't either, with the way is taking her lips and the fact she's not only allowing it, but she's letting a little soft noise into it as she wraps arms around him.)
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Guess I know better for next time, right?
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As if. I'm not 'get hero-types to forsake missions' good in bed.
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I mean, to be fair, not like the bed was used.
( Chuckle there, he bumps his forehead to hers, telepathically keeping track of the time. Wouldnāt look too good to show up late to a thing he volunteered for after all. Thatās when he looks down between them, hands still on her waist. )
And you are good. Pretty sure you know that though.
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Whose fault is that, anyway?
(Hers, with impatience boiling her every cell, but blaming him is more fun.)
I'm patently fabulous, I know, I know. Still, point stands, I think you'd still be going if I had jumped you earlier.
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( A beat, a grin. )
Or someone.
( As if an eighteen year old male would say no to getting it on with someone like Sophie. Wellā¦ most wouldnāt, he figures. Still, he leans back some - tilts his head some and lets his gaze drift up for a moment before heās looking back to her with that gentle smile on his lips. )
Youāll have to tell me how camp goes. The majority of it anyways.
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(This flirting thing they do always activate the Cuckoo in her brain. She could go back and forth in it forever, and never get tired. Her legs settle on his lap, stretched out so she can look at him without turning her torso, elbow on the table and chin on the back of her hand.)
Well, I can tell you now my plans include complaining, complaining more, and scaring the living shit of flatscans with Jules, since there's some haunted-based activities going on.
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Itās not really that bad, is it?
( The sort of camping heād done with Forge and the others had been more survival than a family vacation, so. His idea of camping is likely a whole lot different to what theyāre all going to. )
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(So, yeah, pretty bad to her standards. She used to live in the mansion, take classes, and everything, and there was structure and rules, of course, but that was a billion years ago. Her life since has been... Well, pretty great, and she's not particularly happy about it.
But, hey, that hand is very, very nice, and the one that isn't being held rubs a bit on him accidentally, but also on purpose. Not that she has it in her for a quicky, but teasing? Always more than welcome.)
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( Heās just going to put that out there as he runs the tips of his fingers under her thigh. He knows sheās being a bit of a tease and that he needs to head out for Solmara, so. No time to go for a ride on the bench here, but. Itās not like he really minds. Itās her company he enjoys more than the possibility of sexā¦ even if thatās a bonus when heās in the mood for it. )
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(Although it's not the first time she heard something similar. Kamala told her to her face that Sophie is a better person than she thinks she is, and yet here Nate is, saying something similar. Well. She does think it's just because he has never been around the Stepford Cuckoos, he'd have a world of caution then.
Still. He did say he has faith in her, and so far, he hasn't shown otherwise.)
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( He sounds both playful and skeptical as he asks that, fingers ghosting along the inside of her thigh still until they come to rest atop it, his other arm draping back onto the table there to lean against. Moments like these are... nice. Ones he's had so few of and hoped would maybe last forever almost. To just... be, like this. Hanging out with a pretty girl and having it be just that. Nothing else. No tricks or manipulations being done. Just "normal" for them. )
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