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Jan. 11th, 2021 08:09 pmNathan has been in this weird magic city for a week now and he hasn't died even once.
It feels wrong, honestly, being away from the rest of them, even if he does like having not died recently. Dying usually ends with him shitting himself when his bowels let go, and immortality is great and all, but he's ruined a lot of his pants that way. A man can only afford so many pairs of pants when he's squatting in a community centre. And sure, Darrow gives him money, more money than he's had in ages, but he doesn't want to spend all that on pants.
Mostly he wants to spend it on weed. Maybe some booze, too, but weed first, which is why Nathan is standing on a chilly street corner, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, looking for someone who looks like they might sell him some weed. They always have a look about them. Sort of squirrely, like they've got something to hide. Which they usually do. Weed.
But no one here looks suspicious enough and Nathan wonders if maybe he's on the wrong street corner. He hasn't exactly made any friends here, so it's not like he's got someone to ask. Unless he asks a stranger. That's actually a good idea, he realizes, and he turns, spotting someone nearby and says, "Oi!"
When they turn, Nathan grins, trying to look charming and asks, "Do you know who sells weed around here? Not that I'm buying any. Just curious who I should avoid."
It feels wrong, honestly, being away from the rest of them, even if he does like having not died recently. Dying usually ends with him shitting himself when his bowels let go, and immortality is great and all, but he's ruined a lot of his pants that way. A man can only afford so many pairs of pants when he's squatting in a community centre. And sure, Darrow gives him money, more money than he's had in ages, but he doesn't want to spend all that on pants.
Mostly he wants to spend it on weed. Maybe some booze, too, but weed first, which is why Nathan is standing on a chilly street corner, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, looking for someone who looks like they might sell him some weed. They always have a look about them. Sort of squirrely, like they've got something to hide. Which they usually do. Weed.
But no one here looks suspicious enough and Nathan wonders if maybe he's on the wrong street corner. He hasn't exactly made any friends here, so it's not like he's got someone to ask. Unless he asks a stranger. That's actually a good idea, he realizes, and he turns, spotting someone nearby and says, "Oi!"
When they turn, Nathan grins, trying to look charming and asks, "Do you know who sells weed around here? Not that I'm buying any. Just curious who I should avoid."
