The Future Is Now

Name in his phone:

Ezzy Bo-Bezzy

Photo in his phone:

He doesn't go conventional and use photos of his friends. He uses his favorite characters from media he thinks they relate to.

There will be no explanation why.

Ringtone:

It's the Game of Thrones theme song.

Last text:

Dude, get your ass over here. I'm about to fight the last boss in Elden Ring. It's fucking sweet. C'mon.

Name in his phone:

Curly Q.

Photo in his phone:

Nolan could very well use actual photos of all his friends in his phone, but that's far less fun. So, he uses photos of his favorite characters in media and who he thinks they fit with.

He will not provide explanations.

Ringtone:

Animal Crackers by Shirley Temple

Last text:

Don't think. Just answer: Gouda or Brie?

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Ren chuckled at the man’s agreeing to his assertion. Most guys would be a bit miffed at the statement but the stranger took the comment in stride. Either he was very much a calm and collected sort or he really was a poor helpless thing. Though the more Ren thought about it the more he realized such things weren’t mutually exclusive. They shook hands. “Nolan,” Ren repeated to himself to help him remember. He followed Nolan’s eyes up to the television screen. Ren, intentionally or not, brought his elbows to the bar and leaned a bit forward. “I’m pretty sure they have a remote you know.” Wow he really was helpless. Ren waved down the bartender. “Excuse me– not to be a bother but I find the news depressing. Could you switch to… a sport?” Ren still wasn’t sure what was considered a fun sport to watch in America. This was the land of baseball for crying out loud. The bartender nodded and changed the channel, landing on a basketball game. 

He laughed at the man’s question. “No, no nothing quite so prestigious. I own a club, Plan B out in Queens.” People tended to act a bit weird when he said he owned a strip club so he’d gotten into the habit of just saying the name of the place. “Though I appreciate the complement. A bit more flattering than my helpless comment.” He laughed some more. “Though we’re both right aren’t we?”

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Nolan shook his head as Ren mentioned the remote, "No, no. It's fine. There's some old guy watching it over there." He nodded his head towards the man, who was very much not watching it. Nolan just didn't want to be a nuisance. But, Ren asked for it anyway and lo and behold, the basketball game was put on. Nice. His gaze shifted towards the game for a few moments, idly drinking his beer as he watched some player inadvertently pushed to the floor by another. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to Ren with a smile.

Listening to the other speak about his profession, Nolan was in middrink of his beer and he almost spit it back. The strip club that Fiona worked at? What a small world. The seraph nodded his head, "Oh, yeah. I've been there once." Just once. That one time was enough to discourage him from ever going again. "I don't know, owning a business is pretty prestigous, strip club or not." At least, that's how Nolan saw it anyhow. He certainly didn't own anything like that. And he probably never would. He could barely manage his own life let alone an entire establishment. Nolan laughed and shrugged, "I really take no offense to the helpless comment. I truly mean it. I am helpless." He grinned.

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Isra shrugged, turning to watch the dog as he wandered around. “You’ll pay for his food once he runs out of what I’ve got coming to you,” she pointed out. “He’s a big dog, not a piece of glass. Strider is sturdy, and he won’t let you forget to feet him, if that’s your concern,” Isra added. I’ve got his vet information in the bag, though. Might want to give it a few days before you change your mind. I love Clementine.” It was relatively well known at this point that Isra was generally unashamed of being a dog mom.

She wanted Nolan to have that same happiness that she did. 

Isra watched as Nolan approached, noting the way he rubbed his hands. The seraph couldn’t help but wonder if this was it. If even Strider wasn’t enough to convince him that she was sorry. Her stoma. h dropped as she waited, green eyes wide, for him to tell her to get out. 

She bit her lip and nodded, relief making her weak for a moment. “We’re good,” Isra promised softly. For the first time since that awful weekend, she wanted to cry tears of relief. “And we should have some playdates. Clementine liked having a buddy around, I think.”

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Isra was as good at avoiding confrontation as he was. Nolan certainly didn't want to talk about it seemed she didn't want to even more. She just kept deflecting the conversation back to the dog. Which was fine...but he still felt like they weren't fine, even if she said they were. His brows furrowed together and he sighed, turning his gaze back towards the large black dog who was now shoving his face into the crack of the couch, "I'm sure he'll find something in there." Nolan muttered.

Turning his gaze back towards Isra, he nodded, "Playdates sound good." He said simply with a smile, grasping Isra's upper arm with a squeeze. Nolan smiled softly and walked into his living room, wanting to sit and hang out with Strider. As well as talk with Isra in a place that was more comfortable than his foyer. Plopping down on the couch, he scritched at Strider's cheeks and under his ears, making a bunch of unintelligble sounds and words at he dog, "He's a big ol' boy. Yes you are. You're the biggest boy of them all." Nolan nodded, still scritching at the dog.

Clearing his throat, he sat back into his seat and looked back towards his friend, "You doing okay?" Nolan asked, his gaze softening. She had a rough go of it after Valentine's Day...

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Leo was in the middle of dealing with the accountings when he received a text from Nolan. He could have just replied he is busy tonight, and a part of him that is petty and unforgiving would have taken some sick joy in it. Perhaps he still is a little bit miffed that Nolan didn’t tell him about Hayden for that long. But the text read as drunk and, after several minutes of failed attempts to ignore it, Leo grabbed the jacket and headed to the bar.

“Well, this is depressing,” he remarks, standing behind Nolan who is obviously drunk with beers and pretzels. Is it because of the season changing? Because as of late it feels as though he is dealing with drunks. Taking a seat next to Nolan, he orders some whiskey. “Alright, why are you being a sad pretzel? I haven’t seen you this messed up in a while.” He asks, wondering if it has to do with Hayden. He knows she recently stepped down from the agency, but he doubts that is relevant. 

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After the text he sent Leo, Nolan ordered and drank another beer by the time that Leo had arrived. To be quite honest, he didn't think that he was going to show up. The man really owed nothing to Nolan, especially since he didn't even tell him he was dating someone. And then there goes Nolan, reaching out to him the moment he got dumped. What the fuck was that? Had he been sober, he would have thought very differently about this whole situatin. However, Leo was a comfort to Nolan. He always wanted him around.

"I am not a sad pretzel. I'm fine." He told Leo, pointing his finger at the man before he chuckled, "Is it a crime to want to hang out with my friend?" Nolan shrugged his shoulders as he scratched at his beard, "Why have you stuck around?" He asked suddenly, turning the bar stool towards Leo so that he was facing him now, "You...you...you--" He paused for a moment, trying to formulate the sentence, "You haven't had to, you know. You could go where ever you want. You're handsome. You're smart. You have a personality." Nolan shrugged, "You should go to Toronto. I heard it's nice there." He nodded.

Keeping herself busy was always Athena’s go-to. It was hard to think about the castle, about her sister leaving, or even about Hollis being alpha when she was rewriting the plaques of an entire exhibit. She was still walking through the exhibit, making notes of what needed changing and what items should be switched out when a familiar voice called out to her. She didn’t even need to look to know it was Nolan. No one else called her by that nickname. She let out a dry chuckle at his terrible joke. Normally she might ask him if that was the best he could muster but it was clear Nolan wasn’t handling Hayden leaving very well. Then again if she had been pining over someone for a decade only for them to leave just a few months after finally getting together– she’d also be pretty upset. 

So instead of railing on his joke she just walked over and pulled him into a hug. Nolan meant a lot to Hayden, meant a lot to Fiona too– ergo he meant a lot to her as well. She pulled away from the hug and gave him a sideways glance. “I find it hard to believe this the first time you’ve visited a museum. Fiona says you and I are competing for Seraph’s Biggest Nerd. I think I win since she likes you better.” A little smile pulled at her lips. “Sure, I can show you around. You’ll probably pay more attention than the school groups I usually show around.”

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The hug was unexpected...but welcomed. Nolan immediately returned the gesture and hugged her tight. He was a hugger. Always had been. And getting a hug was actually really great for him right now. As they parted, he smiled at her glance and he shrugged, "Really, really. I've lived here my whole life and I've never stepped foot in this place." Nolan wasn't much for history or anything like that. He was more a future kind of a guy. It was why he worked in technology. That was where the future was. A grin crossed his features as she spoke, "Fiona liking me puts me in second place? Shit, I'm gonna have to tell her to get lost then. I can't have anyone taking that title from me." Nolan joked.

He shrugged, "You overestimate my ability to pay attention." Shoving his hands into his pockets, Nolan began to walk, his eyes shifting around the area before they fell back upon Athena, "I'm just gonna jump into it--" He began, "How are you doing?" Hayden's siblings were on his list of people to check in on after he departure. Anyone who was anyone knew how close they are, "Did you have any inkling on her leaving?" Nolan asked. He didn't...he just wanted to know if maybe she said something to them.

DATE: February 15th, 2022 TIME: 11:22 AM LOCATION: Nolan’s apartment

Luke opens the curtains and opens the window, exorcising the stuffy, sticky gloom clinging to the room like dried soda. He then unforgivingly pulls the blanket off of the lump that is Nolan Diaz. “You gotta get your shit together.” He declares sternly, the voice he picked up from his running track coach from a lifetime ago. For some reason, this seems to happen to him often– his friends get their hearts broken and he is there to pick up the pieces. But then again, he doesn’t have that many friends and who is he kidding? It’s either Crane or Diaz. “I know Decker leaving hit you hard but, moping in your bed like this isn’t gonna do you any good.” Luke says, throwing random clothes within reach at Diaz, and then hands him a bottle of juice. “Get dressed. We’re going outside.”

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Since Hayden left, Nolan hadn't really been to the agency much. Could anyone really blame him? It was just a constant reminder that she was she gone and he didn't really want to deal with it. So he took some time off there and just focused on his journalism (something he, admittedly, had let fall to the wayside). He, also, was playing a whole lot of Elden Ring and staying up way too fucking late. That was really the only thing that was keeping him sane, honestly.

Nolan had been minding his own business, trying to sleep the entire day away, but he heard his window open. That could be...well, several people. Seraphs were weird with their visiting habits. Doors existed. And he was pretty sure Luke still had the key to his apartment considering he lived there and Nolan didn't take it back. But whatever. He groaned, throwing his pillow over his head followed by his blanket, "If you can't see me, I'm not here, Luke." He called out.

The male remained like that for about five seconds before he got too hot and threw everything off of him and sat up, "I'm fine." He then said, turning his gaze towards his friend, "Do you think someone who's not fine could play thirty seven hours of Elden Ring in less than two days? Um, no."

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Fiona was bummed. There was no other way to describe it. Of course, she was glad that Hayden had an opportunity to pursue something exciting. It would be an important step for her as a seraph, and surely her mother would be received with open arms. That didn’t mean it wasn’t a little sucky that she was gone. It’s what brought her to the steps of Nolan’s apartment, a foil covered tray balanced in her arms. The best taco tray in the city seemed appropriate. Three layers, with tacos, chimichangas, flautas, and quesadillas arranged in a ring around three different salsas. What could be better?

Fiona used her elbow to knock on the door and called out, “Open up, or I’ll start eating without you,” the seraph threatened. There was no real bite to it, if she could be honest with herself.

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Nolan didn't do well with breakups. His little heart couldn't take them. When he broke up with Leo, he was down and out for a while (even if it was his decision). And the fact that he was now broken up with the love of his life, he figured that he would never get over it and would probably just crumble away into a million pieces and blow away into the wind. That seemed like the proper option for how he was feeling at least.

He was very much planning on wallowing in his own despair but he heard a knock on his door, followed by Fiona. The poor thing. With a huff, Nolan wandered towards the door, Strider following suit, and he opened it up, "Never threaten something like that, Fee." Nolan joked before he grabbed the tray from her, "Close the door, yeah?" He asked as he walked over towards his living room and placing the tray down on the coffee table.

Walking back towards Fiona, without another word, he just wrapped the girl up in a tight hug, placing his cheek on the top of her head. Nolan could feel a sob wanting to escape him but he swallowed it down and just rubbed Fiona's back, "You doing okay?" He asked as he pulled back, his gaze searching hers.

With: @nolandiazx· Location: Eleanor’s Bistro & Patisserie

“Think my life is fueled by caffeine and sparring…” Dilan said in a ho-hum sort of tone, inhaling the scent of freshly baked goods and coffee. Two of her favorite scents. It was just like her to brush off the outcome of the event outwardly while internally over-analyzing the situation that had happened. Acting as though she didn’t care. It was just easier that way, being aloof, what with her upbringing. “Did you have a good Valentine’s Day, Nolan?”

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Nolan and Dilan were on pastry duty for the agency today. He stood in the bakery, looking over everything. He really didn't want to be anywhere near the agency so going on the run was a good thing for him. It was just too hard to be there. Sure, being in his ex-girlfriends brothers pastry shop wasn't much easier but at least Lark wasn't there. At least, not that Nolan could see.

He chuckled, "I think that's the case for most seraphs." Nolan smiled softly before he huffed with a shrug, "Could've been better probably. Ya know...Hunger Games voting kind of ruined the whole thing." He said with a shrug, "Oh and ya know. Getting dumped a couple weeks later. That kind of overshadows the whole experience." If he didn't at least try to joke about it, Nolan would be even more miserable, "How was yours?" He asked, figuring that would lighten the mood.

Nolan didn't like to feel sad. When he felt sad, he thought back to his childhood and he hated thinking about that. And then he thought back to that, it just spiraled and no one needed that. So in order for him not to feel sad, drinking was the perfect solution. Well, not perfect, because he was very sad tonight... but it was certainly a solution.

He hadn't actually thought that he and Hayden were going to split up...he really thought she was 'the one'. But apparently the universe, and Toronto, had other plans for them. It hurt. It hurt really bad. Nolan had finally bit the bullet, he told her how he felt. She felt the same. They genuinely loved each other...but not even that was enough. And that's what sucked the most about it all. He used to think that love would win over everything. Not true though.

Nolan had been sitting at his favorite bar for at least two hours, by himself, knocking back beer after beer, shot after shot. Did he feel good? God, no. But he wasn't that sad anymore so that was half the battle. Reaching into his pocket (never good to do while drunk), Nolan scrolled through his texts and found Leo. Blinking away the drunken haze in his eyes, he managed to send a text to the ex: hey. im atthe bar and i have an open seat right nextto meeeeee. yu should come. thanks.

With an accomplished nod as he if had just sent a text of Shakespearean potential, Nolan shoved a handful of pretzels into his mouth, chomping on those like a toddler before he washed it down with yet another beer.

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It was fair to say Jace had been busy since the events that Valentines weekend. Not just Seraph related, but perhaps more so the mundane things. His unwillingness to leave Leyla’s side, but knowing when to back off and give her the freedom she deserved. Reassuring his mother that just because he could have died for the second time within the year, doesn’t mean that a whole ‘third time a charm’ is going to happen. And then there was Liv, Chloe, Cynric, Hayden, Nolan… Trying to create the free time to truly dedicate to them and suss out if they were okay. It felt like a lot and of course, it was. He was however, slowly getting around to everyone. When Nolan shot him a text, he was already nearby and only needed a little longer to wrap up what he was doing. 

Since Nolan was on his ‘to do list’, he happily responded with a simple, I’ll be there. Jace showed up at the bar and made his way over to the fellow man. “For me?” Pointing to the beer and noting that Nolan hadn’t drank much from the other, he felt assured the male hadn’t been sat here too long. “Thanks. I’ll buy the next round. And some nacho’s. This place does amazing nacho’s. Seriously. One plate but stacked up like a double decker bus. Amazing.” He chuckled, picking the beer up to take a gulp as he made himself comfortable. “Let’s get down to business then… Are we going for a formal check in or an informal bro moment?” Raising a brow, it was impossible not to show the amusement on his features. “Or can I just tell you I’m fine and move on to ask about you?”  

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A few rousing rounds of Dice with Buddies later, he heard some footsteps approach and there was Jace, pointing at the beer, "Of course." Nolan smiled softly, closing out of his game and placing his phone into his pocket. Reaching over, Nolan grabbed himself another decked out nacho with all the tops it could probably fit on it, "Dude. Right?" He asked, "These are the best. Their jalapeno poppers are also amazing. I have dreams about them sometimes they're so good." He and Jace had tons in common, but food? That was number one on the list.

Popping the nacho into his mouth, he chewed it as Jace spoke, his eyes showing the amusement he felt. After a few moments, he swallowed and shook his head, "Formal check in." He said, "It's been a while. You've had some uh....some shit go down, man." Nolan said, his hands wrapping around his beer bottle, "You can say you're good all you want but, I ain't no booboo the fool, Jace." Nolan smiled for a moment before his expression grew a bit harder, "Really, man. You good? You gonna take a rest on giving me heart attacks every few months?"

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Isra shrugged, bitting the inside of her cheek as Nolan took in his new dog. Her heart sank as she realized how stupid a gift it was. Hell, Nolan might not have even meant it when he said he wanted a dog. “I mean..I know it’s not conventional, and it’s a lot so if you’re not up for it, I get it. Or if you just want to see how he does for a bit, we can do visits and a sleepover just to see if you’re a good fit for each other. I guess..that would’ve been a better way to go about it,” she finished, her shoulders slumping a little at the realization. And even if he was at a place to be taking in a new dog, that didn’t mean that Hayden would like the idea. 

Still, she followed the dog inside, glad to see that at least he didn’t mind the way things were shaking out. Strider had been pretty chill, even when sharing a home with her and Clementine, so it wasn’t too surprising to see him amble around. “I don’t..use any of those,” Isra let him know, turning to face the other seraph. “Between fighting and bartending, it’s pretty much all cash, and this is a gift, remember? I mean I know I’m pretty shitty, all things considered but I’m not so far gone I’d take back someone’s present.” Did Nolan really think that poorly of her?

In fairness..she did love the man who stabbed him, so the answers was probably. 

At his apology, Isra had to swallow the lump in her throat and shrugged. “Not yours to catch Diaz, remember?” she told him gruffly, moving to set the bag of goodies on his coffee table. “All things considered, I wasn’t expecting anyone to reach out. It’s for the best, anyway.” The familiar burn of tears had her reaching up and rubbing her eyes until they were gone. I’m not going to lose my shit, she thought, refusing to give in. Isra swallowed again, hard, and started pulling items out of the bag, laying them out for Nolan to see. “He picked out this hedgehog when I first picked him up and took him to the pet store, and liked to keep it close at night. I should probably apologize, but Clementine sleeps on my bed, so that’s where he crashed last night, too.”

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"No, it's not that..." He said, frowning as he slipped his phone back into his pocket and huffed, "I just feel bad. That's a lot of money and you're giving me another living thing to look after. I feel like I should pay for some of it." Nolan said with a huff, "What if I kill him on accident and you wasted, what? Two hundred bucks? That would be awful." Not that Nolan was that incompetent...but he did like chocolate. And what if the dog got into the chocolate? Putting things away was something that he was going to have to get used to...

Another sigh fell from him, shaking his head head. The amount of times he's heard that phrase 'it's not yours to catch' was far more than he ever wished. Nolan knew that it wasn't but that didn't mean that he didn't want to catch them. He knew what it was like to feel alone. No one should have to feel that way. Especially not Isra. Not after what she had endured... which, honestly, he didn't know the whole extent of it...

Nolan's gaze fell upon Strider and he shrugged, "That's fine. Dogs should sleep where they want." That's what he always thought anyway. His hands rubbed together a bit nervously and awkward before the crossed over to stand beside Isra. God, he hated confrontation. He hated it so much. But he had to do something, "Isra...I...I don't know if you think I'm mad or something but...I'm not. I'm fine." He paused, "We're fine." Nolan searched her facial expression for a moment, "Right?"

Sadness wasn't a feeling that Nolan felt often. In fact, he tried to avoid it. It made him feel icky. But it was the only proper response to Hayden leaving. She offered him a spot up in Toronto and he heavily considered it but...he just couldn't leave. He had people to look after in New York. She understood. Nolan knew the spot would be a standing offer. Along with their relationship. Nolan knew they would wind up together again. It just... wasn't the time. He figured that checking up on the other Decker siblings was a solid idea. Sure, he could have found Athena at the agency but Nolan was taking a vacation. It was hard enough to be there when Hayden stepped down. It was even harder when she wasn't there at all. So, he found himself at Athena's day job. The museum. Which he had never really been to. But there was a first for everything. Stepping inside the building, he looked around for a moment before he spotted her and wandered over with his hands deep in his pocket, "Hey, Curly Q." He smiled, "You got a minute? I wanna see this place. Seems like something I should knock off my bucket list." Nolan held a hand up and moved it as he spoke, "Go to a museum. Check." He made a check mark in the air for emphasis.

It was no secret that Jace had a helluva few months. The poor dude. Nolan knew all about Kaan and he had heard about Leyla and it was just...unfortuante. Nolan had been a pretty crappy friend and hadn't really reached out Jace lately. Life got in the way and...he just didn't. And he felt awful about that. However, he was going to fix and get them back on the friendship trail because Jace was one of his oldest friends. Jace, Hayden and himself were like three amigos.

He invited the seraph to their favorite bar and found a comfortable booth for them. He ordered two beers and an order of nachos and had Jace's beer sitting and waiting for the man for when he got there. Whenever he did. There was no rush. And if he took too long then Nolan would just drink the beer he originally bought for him and buy Jace another when he got there. But regardless, the guy was getting a beer. It was really the least he could do at this very moment. Pulling out his phone, he started up a rousing game of Dice With Buddies and munched on the nachos as he waited.

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Gray smirk widened as the seraph slowly started to put the pieces together. This game was all too fun for them. Knowing full well the whole seraph agency probably knew about their history, while also knowing that likely none of those same seraphs had a clue about Gray’s little entanglement with Luke. This one, on the other hand, seemed close to Luke. Was there a chance that he knew something the others didn’t? No. Luke would never. Unless… Oh how much more fun it would be to toy with this man if he did know something more. Gray almost hoped for it. That would mean at some point Luke couldn’t keep his mouth shut about them and that made them feel oddly special. They hummed a convenient tone of agreement. “Hmmm… It does sound like that, doesn’t it? Funny that. Small world, for sure… We haven’t been formally introduced,” they held out a hand for Nolan to shake, “I’m Gray,” they said, using the name Luke never called them, because where was the fun in making this easy for the poor naive seraph standing before them? “And you are?”

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He nodded, "It really does." Nolan was still just flabbergasted that out everyone in the room, he somehow managed to strike up a conversation with Byrne. Well, okay. It wasn't confirmed, but it certainly seemed like it was leading that way. And what was Nolan going to do about it? Nothing, honestly. The guy was a vampire. He had a bad run in with another vampire. He really didn't want another one. But that didn't mean that Nolan wasn't worried for his friend. Luke was reckless. The guy didn't think much about himself when it came to most scenarios and that's what made Nolan nervous.

Seeing the male stretch out his hand, he smiled, "Gray, pleasure." Maybe it wasn't him, but he really had a feeling it was, "Nolan." He introduced himself, shaking his hand. The likelihood of Luke talking about Nolan to anyone was honestly slim to none. So if the guy was giving an alias, Nolan figured he wouldn't have to. "It sucks being in limbo with someone, doesn't it?" He asked, more or less rhetorically as he took a sip of his beer, "It's stressful." He chuckled.

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Despite not having read the books or seen the movies, Ezra, thankfully, understood that reference, this place was indeed like Hogwarts. There was actual magic about and it both delighted him and made him cautious. “You don’t have to…” Ezra trailed off, it wasn’t necessary in the slightest but Ezra was honestly touched by the act of Nolan going to that length for him, “I mean, think about it, it’s valentines who would bring cards to a place like this?”

In saying that though, Ezra did want to see if they could find something. Trailing behind Nolan, he paused here and there to take in the sights but when the confession reached, he couldn’t help but laugh at that, “I was blindly following you! And now you tell me you have no idea?” Looking around, it was as if nothing had changed except maybe the decor, “I’m down to explore though. Hey, in a castle like this, do you think we can find literal dungeons and dragons?”

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"You never know. They mentioned on the invitation about us getting separate rooms or whatever at night. Someome maybe thought to bring a deck so they could Solitare." He smiled, "Not me, but someone." Nolan added in with a laugh before he pointed towards Ezra, "What do you think that was about anyway?" The male asked, licking his bottom lip a bit idly, "The separate room thing? Isn't that kind of weird? Especially for the couples." He wasn't sure why they would have to be split up. Especially on Valentine's Day. That was the number one day to have sex, let's be honest. Rude.

He walked through the castle some more and he laughed, "I really don't. But I've played enough video games in my day that I can probably figure it out." He said with a grin, approaching a big wooden door. Hearing Ezra's comment, his eyes widened and he looked back towards him, "If there's a damn dragon in here, I'm running for the hills." He laughed heartily, "I don't know about you, but I'm essentially useless in all capacities when it comes to most things." Most of the seraphs usually had a sixth sense for figuring out who was what (in terms of supernaturals). Nolan? Never. That sense never developed in him, "Dungeons though? I could handle. Unless there's a gelatinous cube in a hallway we're trapped in. Then we're boned, man."

Knocking on the door in front of him, he gingerly pulled it open and peered around inside. "Oh." He sounded quietly, throwing the door open, "It's a fucking pantry." Nolan laughed, "Want a snack?"