The Deck | Early Afternoon | Monday | August 22

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It was really fucking wrong that Nathan was awake and out of bed before noon. It was fucking break week, he was allowed to sleep until the sun started setting and he was allowed to be a lazy ass who walked around in his boxer briefs all damn day. But no. Something had woken up him and then he'd gotten bored and gone down to the common room. That hadn't solved the boredom though so he'd grabbed his cigarettes from his room and come down to the deck.

The complete lack of color was still fucking weird but it wasn't gonna stop him from living his life. He was still live and in color so everyone could just calm their asses down and rest easy. It took more than just a colorless world to get Nathan Young off his game.

Flopping down in a lounger, Nathan put his Converse clad feet up and lit a cigarette almost immediately. The smoke drifted over his head and off the deck, blending in with the monochromatic sky easily.

He'd gotten through another semester and he hadn't even died! People were too busy punching Topher to punch him and the people who knew that he'd helped bury his former probation worker and a fellow community payback bloke hadn't come looking for him.

All in all, Nathan wasn't fucking bothered with anything right now.

[Deck's an open place, of course]