@ElderGod-Carrots
(Okay see you later)
(Okay see you later)
(Let’s carry on when we can)
(yee! I'll be back sometime tomorrow, for sure!)
(Nice see you then x)
(ok well I missed everything should I jump back in at all?)
(You can but @Ol’ Dusty, Jaz and I kinda made a story since no one was on you can go back and read it to understand but @Ol’ Dusty isn’t on so I’m waiting untill he is back before I continue)
(should I just walk into the park?)
(yeeeeeeeeEEEEeeeeEEeeeEEEEEeee)
(is that a yes?)
(oh no that was just my morning call announcing my presence :P you can if you want lol)
Nathan walked into the park, looking up at the stars. Not paying any attention to his surroundings, he tripped over a tree root and landed on the grass with a rather sad thud.
(I'm heeeere! how's it going? Is is morning in the rp, or still night time?)
(night)
(why'd they move this rp to writing prompts?)
(Awright. I should probably pick a different character then, for the moment, since mine just left ^^ gimme a sec)
(not sure, btw)
(Ok, I got someone.) "Excuse me, are you alright?" There was a man in a suit sitting on a bench nearby. He gave you a concerned smile.
Nathan jumped to his feet, scowling. "Yeah, fine." he collapsed on the bench next to the man, examining the damage.
"Good." The man nodded. "A lovely evening, isn't it?" You noticed that, unlike most businessmen, he's not carrying a briefcase or paper. Just sitting there.
"Oh yeah, gorgeous," Nathan muttered. He looked over at the man. "Why are you just sitting out here in the middle of the night?"
He blinked. "Me? Oh, no reason. I just thought I'd get a breath of fresh air. My office is right up there, by the way." He pointed across the street at a sleek high-rise building, which you could have sworn wasn't there before. "And you? I trust you're not in trouble?"
Nathan snickered. "Trouble isn't exactly the word." he told the man.
The man tilts his head. "No? Do tell."
Nathan sighed and rubbed his face. "It's a long and complicated story I don't really feel like going into." he sighed.
The man looked disappointed. "That's fair," he agreed. "Can I at least ask your name? Mine is Lonan Blake. I run an investment company."
"Nathan Seyrès. I'm studying literature."
"Interesting! What kind of literature? Historical, linguistic, fictional, scholarly?"
"It's fine if you don't want to tell me, I understand I'm just a stranger. Forgive my nosiness."
Nathan lifted his face out of his hands and looked over at Lonan suspiciously. It had been a long enough time since someone had asked questions him out of curiosity that he had forgotten what it was like. "Uh, fiction. Anglosaxon fiction."
"Oh, really?" He beams. "Fascinating! I loved the Anglo-Saxons, such a unique, inventive, culture. So, is that a job of yours, or a hobby? Not many people study them these days."
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