Nic had lost Nate. Lost him. How predictable. Not that it was actually a giant crisis, because Nate was an adult it was just a fair. It was more that in the back of his mind, Nic wondered if Nate’s “not-boyfriend” would show up, and Nic wanted to be around if he did. He still hadn’t managed to find out who Nate was seeing and it rankled at him. No matter what Nate said, if all of this somehow turned ugly, Nic needed to know who to take revenge against.
If it weren’t for the heat he’d probably be wearing his customary leather jacket, but as it was he looked semi-respectable in the slate-grey button-down, the sleeves rolled up to reveal the fox and shadow tattoo on his forearm. His other forearm was spelled, otherwise he’d be showing off his Dark Mark, too. He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more than it already was, and was just about to head around a tent when he smacked soundly into someone.
“What the-” he started in French, the language only a breath away purely because he’d been using it to speak to Nate exclusively since they’d arrived. He stumbled back slightly, blinking at the force of the collision since, apparently, he’d just been walking with that much purpose and obliviousness.
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