Roof | Afternoon | Saturday | February 19

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Nathan was really beginning to wonder why the world seemed intent on fucking him over. He'd been...fairly good lately (or so he thought), even. He'd refrained from nicking things from other people, hadn't done a lot of drugs, had let his mum continue on fucking that diaper wearing wanker without much interference (it was hard to interfere from America), and had generally put his best foot forward.

Well, he'd tried to put his best foot forward and fuck anyone who didn't think that. There were pedophiles and murders and Lady Gaga fans out there. Compared to them, he was a fucking saint, man. And yet, his life was completely fucked over, basted and overcooked. The thought of a Hawaiian trip tomorrow was nice but fuck if he knew what was going to happen there.

Having packed already, Nathan was up on the roof, feet dangling lazily over the edge while he had a smoke or five. It was nice to be able to smoke without the fear of his nipples freezing off now.

And really, this would be a great place to drop some curdled milk water balloons on people. Hmm...

[Open, of course! Nathan is, as always, completely offensive and horrible but he's harmless.]