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“You’re such a hateful thing!”

TEKKEN 1 | TEKKEN 2

This weekend, with the auction and other events going on around town, AJ didn’t have to worry too much about meals. Just down the beach there were bonfires lit day and night with volunteers and other residents milling about to gossip about the basket auction and the see the little dogs and cats who would later benefit from it. He brought fish he caught earlier in the day to one of the bonfires and someone offered to cook the fish for them. When the sun went down, the s’mores came out and were passed around the bonfire as people continued to gossip. “You’ve got a little chocolate right there.,” AJ pointed to the corner of his own mouth and rolled his eyes. “Did you want some marshmallows to go with it or are you content to steal all the chocolate?”

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The Patient Man. It wasn’t Nicolas’ favourite book, he was fairly certain of that, now that he was nearly halfway through - but it was good. The plot was interesting, the writing was fairly clever... and, well, he had been fairly glued to it since he picked it up a couple days prior. When he wasn’t performing, or practicing, or rehearsing, he had that book in hand. It was strange, really, that he was only halfway through, but he was a busy man. 

He really needed to go grocery shopping. That was one of the first things Nicolas realized upon waking up, the morning after a late gig. He was groggy, and he probably didn’t look the freshest he ever had, but he managed to get himself looking presentable to society, and wandered out of his building. 

Coffee. 

He wasn’t hungover, not really, just a bit sensitive to the world around him. So, as he arrived at the cafe a few blocks away, he was happy to sit down at one of the tables, book in hand, and coffee already ordered and on its way. 

After a minute or two, his cup of gold had been dropped off, and he reached for the cup almost immediately. He held the book in his left hand, while using his right to bring the cup to his lips, and occasionally turn pages. It was a pattern he continued for a while, and he was already two and a half cups in, when he became aware enough to realize that there were eyes on him. It surely had to be someone trying to decipher who he was - he got that quite often, nowadays, ever since a photo of him had been printed in the paper.

“May I help you?” Nico pondered, his right eyebrow raising ever so slightly as he lifted his eyes from the novel. 

And that Friday, Nick hadn't expected his afternoon to begin high out of his mind.

Fortunately, others had, the nurse pushing the tittering patient in the wheelchair down the hall being among them. Nick, for his part, hadn't a care in the world. Why should he? His mouth was numb and finally rid of that irritating pain in the enamel, and this pretty nurse was whizzing him about the clinic, softly tussling his hair by the wind's tickle. When he made it back to the main lobby, he wanted to ask for another go-around.

"Here he is, Mr. Ryan," the nurse said, stopping the wheelchair before Jack's feet at the front desk. The patient's friend and ride home had been rather... overbearing about his friend's safety and well-being, almost paranoid. Keeping that in mind, she kept a warm yet knowing smile on her face. "Good as new. And a tad silly," she chuckled, "But that's a temporary effect of the anesthesia. He should be back to his normal self in a few hours. In that time, he should relax and not move around too much. Also, no food or liquids for the next two hours. Would you like me to help wheel him out to your car?" The man in question, having been looking about dazedly, finally appeared to notice Jack's presence. His face lit up in a wide smile and he all but beamed at his partner. "Hi, Jack!"