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Nate scrunches his face at the latest reply, which is practically a swoon for such an enigmatic pair of brothers. The number of contributing comments is frankly a disappointing few, and this inconclusive spiraling clips him with a need to undertake the investigation. A hand gingerly rubbing his eyes, visualizing the Battle Subway train isn’t particularly difficult as he recalls his tight grip on the overhead grab handles of the car. ( Anchored. ) Heat radiates off his fuming cup of instant ramen, and Nate remembers flinching when Zoroark’s claws shredded sparks. ( Was it really that tight of a space? ) @ingoverned was tough— victorious actually; and Nate was oddly satisfied despite this loss. A veteran trainer...? his hair was indeed gray.              Brown, reminiscent eyes reverting to a gaze of idle reading, he reckons the latest guess of age 40 is reasonable. Skinny, with jaded charm. Nate blows once, twice on his first bite of noodles when the convenience store sings its signature jingle.

The large pond whelms the senses with antique earthiness, and the residing Magikarp are longer and shinier here. (Nate retaliates against a fish with an obnoxious face of his own; they’re mobbing and gaping at the surface, and Nate isn’t a hint red at the thought of someone watching him.) The gardens of this region are an entirely different realm to his metropolitan way of life. Needs more salt is a recurring theme. The food, the air, the people. Don’t get him wrong; the spirituality and discipline of this town shaped some of the kindest folks he’d die protecting, but it’s so bizarre. Their care feels undeserving with no pinpointable reason behind that unlikely (unNately) sentiment.

Nate sweeps the panoramic view accented by red lanterns, eventually fixing his gaze on a new customer - who is being advised to wait ten minutes.

Put at a table for four, surely it’s no coup to offer one of the seat cushions across from him.