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Started February 22, 2018 by shurikenwolfbadass_13

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Nathan smiled hesitantly and nodded. "It's a hobby." he clarified. "One I'm hoping to turn into a job. Currently I'm waiting tables." Nathan said, conveniently skipping over the job his father had wanted for him.

"Lovely. So, are you new to this city, or have you been here a while? I set this office up a month ago, and I have been hugely enjoying myself here."

"Born and raised." Nathan lied. He had gotten used to it, really, and could now make up a smooth and convincing lie on the spot.

"Then you must know quite a bit about the city!" He leaned back comfortably. "Tell me, are there any good cafes around here? I've been in dire need of a relaxing work space ever since I arrived. "

Nathan looked away. "There's the Coffee Bean just around the corner, they make the best lattes; and a Costa a few streets down where the food is incredible; and a dingy little spot near my place, the Palm, their coffee is strong as it gets, and the baristas are great."

"Excellent! I am thoroughly in your debt. Do let me know if you would like my help finding you a more pleasant job, I'm sure we could find you something."

"Thank you for the proposal, I'll keep it in mind." Nathan assured, his smile slipping away.

"I'm sorry, have I sad something wrong?" He frowned quizzically.

"Oh no, quite the contrary. I was thinking of something else."

"Ah. Good." He patted his pockets and stood up. "Well, it was wonderful talking with you, but it seems I must return to work now. Good evening, thank-you for the conversation!" (I think my character has literally said and done all he can now, sorry lol)

(ok….grumpy character incoming) Suddenly, there was a loud noise from an alley nearby. A trash can lid bounced into the street, followed by an angry cat. There was a loud groan.

Nathan shot up from his seat, hand flying to the dagger concealed in his coat. "Who's there?" he shouted.

A teenage boy stumbled into the open, rubbing his forehead. He had scruffy black hair, dark eyes, and a confused scowl. "Me," he said groggily. "Where's here?"

Nathan gripped the dagger beneath the fabric. "Cedarvale Park." he told the boy carefully.

The boy squinted at Nathan. "A park….? Wait, why are all these buildings here? I didn't say there could be buildings."

"You didn't sa-" Nathan stopped himself. "Who are you?"

He shook his head to clear it and folded his arms. "Name's Crash. I'm a demon. I live in a forest, and I don't know how I got here. Who are you?"

"Crash. How fitting. I'm Nathan." He looked him over. "What dimension?"

"What's a dimension?"

He paused, then shrugged. "I live on a mountain by a waterfall, in a cave."

"Ok. How did you get here?" Nathan loosened his grip on the knife, pushing away memories brought back of Crash's kin.

"Dunno. Tripped over a rock, I guess. Hit my head. When I stood up, I was here." He glanced up. "Oh, and it was daytime a second ago. I musta fallen asleep."

"Clueless. Typical." Nathan murmured. "Are you glamoured?"

"Glammered?" He tilted his head. "What's that? Are you trying to insult me or something?"

This got a laugh. "No, it's not an insult. Forget it." Nathan shook his head. He debated whether he should get Crash somewhere safe or something. Not that he'd be willing.

He glanced around, sniffing the air. "Smells like a whole lot of humans around here. THat's good, I might be hungry later. Have you seen any deer?"

Nathan's eyes widened. He would definitely have to hide him somewhere. "Yeah, I've got some. Just follow me." he said, starting to walk away.

"Good. Are they alive? Deer don't usually live in cities, do they?"