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Streets of Fandom, Saturday Afternoon

This gloomy afternoon, Simon was out of his usual uniform of button-up shirt and dark jeans in favour of a black hoodie and tracksuit bottoms. It was the sensible thing to do when he was out running in the rain.

He hadn't been on the island for too long yet, but he was already getting to be fairly familiar with the streets. Running was getting to be routine, and it was good to be able to say he was doing it for class. No need to tell people he would've been doing it anyway, especially not with Nathan back on the island. He thought about the impossibility of that as he ran. He also thought of his friends back home, and things he didn't know how to do, and how long it'd be before he'd dare to take to the rooftops.

The rain made his hair stick to his forehead and his clothes cling to his body a bit, but he didn't mind. He kept running.

[ooc: Open post if you're a fool in the rain, too!]

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Nathan wasn't stupid enough to be out in the rain without protection and no, he didn't mean a giant fucking condom. He was standing under a large umbrella, cigarette dangling out of his mouth.

When he saw a familiar face go by, he thought about tripping Simon when he realized it was Simon.

"Melonfucker!" Nathan called out, trying to get his attention.

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Well, that... greeting, was enough to stop Simon in his tracks. He turned around, hand going up to brush wet hair from his eyes. "N-nathan."

He was expecting to hear a few choice words, yes.

[OMG YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO. *DIES*]

"Come over here." Yes, Nathan thought he'd just listen without hesitation. "I wanna talk to you. I think you owe me that, twat. Come over here. I don't wanna move and get wet."

"You're going to yell at me," Simon guessed, observantly. He didn't move an inch. "You're going to yell at me for not saving you." A beat. "Again."

"Oh, don't be fucking ridiculous," Nathan said, rolling his eyes. "I wanna give you a hug because I missed you so much! It's been so long, Barry, and I missed your sweet, sweet body."

He was lying. Obviously.

Yeah, Simon had once had Nathan try and kiss him, but no. He wasn't about to even remotely think that was true.

"My name is Simon," he said almost automatically, still eyeing him warily.

"Barry, Simon, it's all the same, man," Nathan said, rolling his eyes. "Are you gonna come the fuck over here or are you gonna stand there and let God piss on you?"

"I don't mind the rain," Simon said, swiping the heel of his hand across his wet forehead again. "Are you going to yell at me?"

"No." Maybe he was lying. "Have you always been this much of a pussy? Fucking Christ, man. I bet you still mess the bed when you have a bad dream too, don't you? You wet your jammies late at night, Barry?"

Simon shook his head, resigned. "Simon," he said, sighing as he took a few steps closer.

He was going to get yelled at.

"Potato, potato," Nathan replied, waving a hand and not even bothering to enunciate those differently. "You spent anytime invisible lately? Like say, in your fucking room?"

"... No." And he was looking decidedly confused about the question too. "Why?"

Exploring Tokyo was not being invisible in his room!

"Well, you're a sick freak," Nathan said, trying to reach out and pat Simon on the shoulder. "And I know who your roommate is. You really think I'd believe that you haven't gone all Invisible Man to get a glimpse of what's underneath Ramona's clothes?"

Simon couldn't help eyeing his hand a little suspiciously, but he didn't go so far as to flinch away or anything. Besides, he was a little distract by what Nathan was saying. "I-- I would never do that."

Well, not anymore.

"Well, why the fuck not?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is she not hot enough? Is it because...she's not your sister?"

"Why do you always have to talk about my sister?" It was disturbing. And so very Nathan-like, and therefore almost sadly comforting in its familiarity. "I'm just being nice. Because she's nice."

"She's fucking hot, man," Nathan corrected, shaking his head. "You telling me that you haven't sat all snug and nestled in your bed and had a bit of a wank to the rhythm of her breathing? You've done that, haven't you?"

"No." He frowned. "I'm not like that."

Also, he was sort of taken, except it was complicated and a spoiler.

"Riiiight," Nathan said in a tone that made it pretty clear that he didn't believe Simon. And then he stepped forward and shoved Simon's shoulder. "You fuckhead, why did you leave me with that cardigan wearing freaks? Did you want me to end up like them?"

Simon staggered backwards a bit, not having been expecting that anymore, though he instantly knew he should have.

"I'm sorry," he said. "But I'm not the right Simon. I'm not the one who left you there."

"Are you saying you didn't do that?" Nathan asked, stepping forward to make sure Simon didn't get too far away. "You didn't leave your version of Nathan to a lifetime of cotton cardigan, brown Khakis and boat shoes? You actually weren't a pussy?"

"I did leave him, but I --" He almost said he was going to make it better, then realized he really shouldn't. "I didn't see a reason to save you. You'd treated me like dirt."

"Twat," Nathan said, reaching out to try and smack Simon in the head. "If you hated me so much, why did you try and fucking save me on the roof? Guilt? Or would just miss the sight of my hot ass in front of you every day?"

Simon tried to bat his hand away, stepping back. "I'm not interested in your... ass. Why did you come back?"

Wasn't he supposed to be in England?

"You're totally interested in my ass, you fucking pervert," Nathan said and made a show of keeping said ass behind him like Simon might try and sneak a peek. "And what's it matter to you? I know you missed me. I bet you cried at my fucking funeral. Maybe even gave my coffin some business before I got buried alive."

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