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Post by Nathaniel Roshan on Apr 10, 2011 15:30:51 GMT -5
After the disastrous ending at Woodland Park, Nate got back to his hotel and thought that it probably would be a good thing to call Luca, since the fishing trip had ended on a sour note.
Dialing the healer's number, he pressed call send. The phone rang until Nate got the voice message. He sighed, and when the message ended with a beep he said:
"Hey loser! Call me back, won't you? I need to tell you something." Nathaniel said.
He would not apologize to Luca's voicemail, not if he could help it. The one message was left behind on the healer's phone for him to get to when he had the opportunity. Pressing call end, Nate waited for the phone to ring.
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Post by Luca Staropoli on Apr 10, 2011 16:01:10 GMT -5
'Terrorists Win.'
Luca shook his head, slightly disgusted at his performance. The healer had thought that that maybe it could have gotten his mind off of things, but not even Counter Strike could shake away what happened out at the lake. They had decided to leave the morning after, and the ride back into Seattle was mostly in silence.
Taking off his headphones, Luca noticed he had a message on his phone. He listened, smiling a little at Nate's greeting. Even if the situation at the lake had been awkward, he still saw them as friends. Leaning back in his computer chair, he dialed Nate's number, hoping the wolf would answer. His opening would be the same if it was Nate or an answering machine.
"Hey, it's Luca. What's up, man?"
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Post by Nathaniel Roshan on Apr 10, 2011 16:12:03 GMT -5
Nate still had time to make a couple of phone calls. One was to Zack, but the newly infected wolf didn't respond to his call. He left a message instead. Nate still felt badly about leaving him behind. The other was to Prudential Realty, and his agent that sold him the property. She let him know everything was in good hands, when told the situation. Everything had been paid for up front, so Zack still had a place to live. The shop would be cleaned and permanently closed.
When he got off the phone with her, it chimed letting him know he had a waiting call. When Nathaniel picked up, it was Luca. "Shalom, Luca. I'm glad you called. I wanted to speak to you, not your voice mail. I am very sorry for what happened at the lake. I made a mistake and read your signals wrong. Forgive me?" he asked.
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Post by Luca Staropoli on Apr 10, 2011 16:31:23 GMT -5
"Oh no, I understand what you mean. It's pretty fucking annoying to talk to a voice mail."
He had forgiven Nate already, though the guy was a bit down in the dumps because of the rejection to notice. A shiver ran down his spine while Nate apologized. The scene vividly played itself out in his head, and he could still feel the electricity of Nate's touch.
"Don't worry about it, Nate." Luca responded to the wolf, his voice sincere. "It's all good. Let's just not try something like 'that' for a while now, yeah?" He let himself laugh a little. That meant he'd have to wear gloves to keep from making skin contact with someone...which was going to be a problem with the weather. "You still wanting to try that paintball game sometime?"
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Post by Nathaniel Roshan on Apr 10, 2011 17:20:55 GMT -5
A warm chuckle was pushed through the receiver of his phone to the other end, at Luca's comment about the voice mail. "Very true, Luca."
Nathaniel still felt stupid about making a move like that on Luca that night at the lake. It wasn't like him to do something like that anyway. He wasn't the pursuer, he was the pursuee.
Nate had a bunch of shit to do in the next few days before the full moon came, so he said. "I'll have to take a raincheck on the paintball Luca. I'll let you know when I'm free again." he responded.
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