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 Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 3:48 pm
He stared at the man in front of him with a slightly suspicious look on his face, Nathaniel's hand outstretched with the leash still held out towards him - but the man wasn't moving, his gaze oddly vacant, as though he was having some sort of strange absent seizure.
"Uh," said Nathaniel cautiously. "Are you - okay..?"
There was no reply - not for a few seconds, and then the man was hissing and the leash was snatched from Nathaniel's fingers, startling him slightly. He took a step backwards and frowned a little, his head tilted as he tried to figure out what had just happened.
Whatever it was had clearly left him in a worse mood. Nathaniel was silent for a moment, then reached into one of his pockets, digging around until he came up with a pen (he always had a pen on him) and a scrap of paper that looked like it must have been some sort of receipt at some point or another. He scribbled down a few things, then held it out.
"My name, my email, and yes, I think I can be patient, as long as you give me your name."
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 5:30 pm
Connor stared at the paper. He stared for a very long time, before finally sighing and reaching for it. "No cell phone?" He asked, oh so pleasantly mocking, before answering Nathaniel's question. "It's Connor. Hill." kuropeco look at this outstanding post
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 8:45 pm
Nathaniel looked slightly annoyed.
"You said - fine, here, I'll write my number," he said, reaching out for the paper again. "And I would say it's a pleasure to meet you, Connor Hill, except it really isn't, because, well. That's just how life is."
He scribbled his number down and pushed the paper back.
"My name's Nathaniel, by the way, just in case you don't want to actually read that."
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 10:35 pm
Connor would have rolled his eyes if his head didn't currently hurt so much. Instead, he handed the piece of paper over, and dug into his pocket for a pack of smokes since his hand was free. A cigarette was expertly already removed from the carton, placed between his lips, and lit before Nathaniel had even finished writing his number down. The pack was slipped back into his jacket pocket, the paper taken, and glanced at, before his gaze slid down towards his dog. "Well, Peeble's, you ******** did it. You got me your very first god damn phone number. Congratulations. Too bad it's from some humorless ******** p***k out to rob me." He talked around his cigarette, as his eyes flicked back up towards Nathaniel, and that dry smile had returned. "Right well." He took a long drag, and removed his cigarette from his mouth, exhaling slowly, while his other hand slid into his pocket again, but this time it emerged with his phone. "What's the ******** damage." As in, how much money did Nathaniel want?
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 11:26 am
He did not like cigarettes; they reminded him a little too much of his parents, his mother especially, and Nathaniel took an instinctive step back away, wrinkling his nose a little at the scent of smoke. Eyebrows rose at the insinuation.
"Yes, I'm sure a winning personality such as yours must get loads of numbers," said Nathaniel dryly. He glanced sideways at his little garden and hummed a little in thought, the calculations done inside of his head as he took into account the various plants he would need to repot. The soil should be fine, but...
"About...ten dollars?" Nathaniel said. "Give or take a few."
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 6:20 pm
The step back was noted, and Connor grinned, after that possibly making sure that when he blew out cigarette smoke, it was just slightly in Nathaniel's direction. "Who needs numbers? I just need one fun, drunken night. Getting a number means I actually intend to ******** call them again, afterwards." Unsurprisingly, he had nothing to say about his winning personality, likely because he knew just how very unpleasant he could be, especially when he was really trying. Ten. Dollars. Ten ******** dollars. Connor wanted to simultaneously laugh and cry. This is what his god damn life had come to. He had become so piss a** poor that, not only had he become indignant and downright hostile over the idea that he might owe somebody money, he couldn't even afford the measly ******** amount that was needed. He didn't have ten ******** dollars. How sad was that? And the fact that he couldn't just pull that amount out of his wallet right that second and hand it over, only let this complete stranger on to the fact as well. Luckily, he'd easily be able to make that amount in tips at Darlene's that night when he went to work. "Right." His smile was so dry it was likely to catch fire in the sun. "You'll have your money by morning." Since the bank would be closed when he finished work.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 6:50 pm
He made a face at the smoke, giving up on pretense and waving a hand in front of his face, trying to dispel the acrid smoke. "I don't see how it's more fun when you're so slammed you don't remember even having a fun night, but whatever floats your boat, I suppose."
Nathaniel was not about to mention the fact that ten dollars was a great deal to him, especially since, surprisingly, there was no outrage or indignation shown that he wanted such a meager amount. He gave Connor a vaguely suspicious look, but let it slide, Nathaniel dropping his hand again.
"Thanks," he said, and then, he added delicately,
"I appreciate your expediency in the matter."
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