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Main Campfire | Afternoon | Tuesday | June 7

Nathan wasn't sure how he felt about all this cabin shit. On the one hand, it was a bed and after sleeping on the floor in a community center for months, beds were always good. On the other, there was like no fucking privacy. There was less privacy than in the regular dorm rooms and those were pretty damn open and exposed.

Nathan sighed and lit a cigarette. He wondered if sitting around a campfire meant he was supposed to sing campfire songs or if he was supposed to join hands with someone and meditate. He'd never gone to camp as a kid and was kind of really glad for that. No one was going to get him into too short puke green shorts and no one was going to get him to sleep in the bottom bunk under some smelly kid named Clive.

Nathan gingerly touched his broken nose and the bruising under his eyes before grimacing and pulling his hand away. Kate was damn lucky she'd run away because Nathan had planned on...glaring intently at her. He didn't know. He just knew he owed her something for making his face look like it did.

With a groan, Nathan leaned back against one of the logs and blew out a few smoke circles. Cabins did make it easier for him to seem like a courteous guy with his smoking, at least. Maybe he'd get a reputation as a nice guy.

Yeah, right.

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Nathan rolled his eyes at her which just made his face ache. He'd need to take more painkillers soon.

"That's so funny," he said and fake laughed. "No. Kate turned into a fucking vampire this weekend and broke my nose."

"Ah, why didn't I guess that?" she wondered, going to sit with him. "Totally more reasonable than 'horse attack.' What happened, you pissed her off? Insult her fangs?"

"Hey, fuck you, man!" Nathan said, glaring at her. "Why does it have to be my fucking fault? She was a vampire, Ramona. She wanted to drain me and when I resisted, she fucking broke my nose and licked blood off my neck."

"Ew," Ramona commented, wrinkling her nose. "And calm down. It seems like your mouth gets you into trouble more often than not. But that sucks. It it healing okay or whatever?"

"No, I'm gonna die from a broken nose," Nathan said sarcastically before reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose and forehead. "It's healing fine, I guess. I went to the doctor, he set it, I nearly cried because that hurt like a fucking motherfucker, and then he gave me a lollipop and some strong painkillers."

"First of all, you can't," she pointed out, smiling a little before reaching over to run a hand over his hair. "Secondly, broken bones hurt like a bitch. Been there, done that, and sympathizing now. I hope it was a fucking great lollipop."

"Well, I can die," Nathan pointed out, deciding he was just going to tip himself over onto his side so his head would end up in her lap. "I just get to come back after the blood and the guts and the death and shit. It's like a whole process for me."

He grimaced and made a sound of displeasure. "My face hurts."

Ramona stifled a laugh, because aww. But she wasn't going to aww aloud, because she just didn't do that kind of thing. But she did keep carefully stroking his curls, glancing down sympathetically. "I bet. And I didn't know you had to like, die-die to make it work. That's a major downside of the whole immortality thing."

Edited 2011-06-07 17:18 (UTC)

"At least I'll leave a fucking fantastic looking corpse each time I do die," Nathan said, trying to look at the bright side of things. He still didn't want to go through the pain of dying but he'd look good while dying. "I'm not in any rush to be a corpse again, don't worry. I think I might need to start carrying a card telling people that if I die, they'd better not fucking cremate me before I can come back."

"Don't you go doing it on purpose," she said, stern for a moment. "I'll come after you twice as hard and using something scarier than my fist if you start dying on purpose because you decide to be a jackass. Especially if I have to watch."

"Why would I wanna die on purpose?" Nathan wondered, pulling a brief face at the thought. "Have you seen how painful it is to die? The first time, I fell on a pair of fucking fence spikes and they went right through me like I was paper. And that's not even the worst way! What if I got eaten by a shark?"

"Yeah, don't go like, pissing off sharks. Or people bigger than you," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "I'm just saying, just 'cause you're immortal doesn't mean you should tempt fate or anything."

"Would you miss me in the brief time I was dead?" Nathan asked, shifting backwards some so he could glance up at her. "Would you pine for me, Ramona? Would you miss the ecstasy that only I could give you?"

"Giving yourself a lot of credit there," she noted, side-stepping the question. "Ecstasy, huh?"

Yeah, Nathan totally noticed that dodge. He spent enough time around her so it was pretty easy to pickup now.

"You gonna deny it?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. "I asked you first so you've gotta answer first."

"I'm not going to deny that you're good at delivering a good time," she said carefully. "Is that what you're asking?"

Nathan snorted and turned his head again, keeping it in her lap but facing more forward now. If there was a fire lit, he'd be staring at it in some dramatic fashion.

"Yeah, I'd challenge you to find someone better at giving you a good time," he finally said. "You couldn't. Guaran-fucking-teed. You gonna deny that?"

Careful, Ramona.

She frowned, sighing. "I'm not going to try," she said after a moment, because she was getting used to his doing this little dance of admit-you-like-me-well-now-I'm-sulky.

Though really, she wasn't sure why she was refusing to admit things. Except that he'd probably be a dick about it. "And as to whether I'd miss you, it depends on how long it takes you to come back. And whether I had to watch." Because she really didn't know if she could do that.

"Why are you so convinced I'd let you watch me die?" Nathan wondered, nuzzling against her legs which meant he wasn't moving one lick. "Do you think a fucking meteor's gonna fall on my head and break my neck while I'm outside and you're outside?"

"It's a way to show off," she said immediately, smiling a little and tracing her fingertip along his neck. "Please, you're saying you're not cocky about it? I've known way too many guys who aren't immortal willing to risk life and limb to impress a girl. Remember, I'm the one with the ex who punched a hole in the moon for me."

"Yeah, but I actually have to fucking die for that to happen," Nathan reminded her, making a face. "And I don't like pain. If I'm going to die, it's going to be instantaneous. Someone better fucking shoot me in the head so I don't feel anything."

That was just foreshadowing for something stupid he'd do later in life.

"If someone kills you in front of me, then, I promise to take my giant mallet to them and kick their ass," she offered, raising a brow. "Even if you do get better afterwards."

"Aww, you'd do that for me?" Nathan asked, laughing. It wasn't often people threatened violence for him. "If I die in front of you, at least I'll know that you're not gonna let any cremate me or bury me or harvest my organs. You'd protect me because you think I'm awesome."

"I choose to believe you'd do the same for me," Ramona said graciously. "Though somehow I don't think you're much of a fighter. Call it a hunch."

Based on the fact that girls kept beating him up.

"I've never been good at fighting," he admitted, shrugging a shoulder. "Back in England, I used to make Kelly do all the fighting. She's pretty badass. Even when her hair fell out, she looked like a fucking alien but she could still kick your ass."

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