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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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"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."

"You should be saying all this to yo-- the other Simon," Simon said, ignoring the general lewdness as was often his way. "I've already had this conversation."

"Well, you're having it again," Nathan decided, reaching over to try and smack Simon in the ear hard enough to make it ring. "Why didn't you tell me that shit was even gonna happen, dicklicker?"

Unfortunately, Simon didn't quite manage to duck or step away in time, not enough.

He was holding his ear as he looked over at Nathan, expression a mix of surprise and anger. "I didn't know it was going to happen! I only talked to you once, and then you'd already left!"

"You still could have given me a warning!" Nathan exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "I fell on a fucking fence, man. D'you know how much that hurt? Have you fallen on any fences lately? I bet not because you're still fucking alive!"

Simon didn't say the first thing that came to him.

He didn't say the second, either.

What he actually said, after a breath, was, "Do you remember how you talked to me at the picnic? Was I supposed to tell you then?"

"Well, why the fuck not?" Nathan asked, throwing his hands up. "Isn't that the decent thing to do? Would you have warned me if I had tits and let you piss on them? Like, you know, if I were Alisha?"

"Don't talk about Alisha." That... came out sharper than Simon had meant it to. Oops.

He shook his head, then rubbed the palm of his hand over his temple. His ear still hurt. "I'm not supposed to interfere with your timeline."

"Says who?" Nathan asked, eyes widening. "Alisha? Is she your girlfriend now? Funny, I thought you were all about Kelly and her luscious, lickable curves. You telling me you don't want to shag the piss out of Kelly? Maybe slide your dick between her tits, yeah? I bet that'd feel nice."

Be nice, Nathan.

Never. Simon looked like he had absolutely nothing to respond to that with. This was why Nathan kept getting killed. "No."

Well, at least he said something.

Nathan pretended to cough which in turn shook his umbrella and sent a lot of water Simon's way. Was it intentional? Of course it was.

"Why did you try and save me on that roof?" Nathan asked once he'd showered Simon with water like an immature brat.

He most likely earned special immaturity points from just how pointless the whole action was when it was still pouring rain, too.

Simon shook his head only because he wasn't the eyerolling type. "Because I changed my mind."

"I didn't even need your help," Nathan said flippantly, waving a hand and tossing his cigarette away. "I had that shit under control. Did you see me changing their minds? Did you see me? I was a fucking hero, mate."

Of course you were, Nathan.

Simon looked quietly unimpressed. "You fell on a fence."

"Yeah?" Nathan glared at him for that. "And just what in the fuck were you doing to help Kelly? And Curtis? And Alisha?"

Simon was glad that it had been many months and even more life-threatening situations ago. He could keep his cool now, as long as Nathan wasn't yelling at him.

"I tried to save you so we could try and save them. She already had them."

"Before that, you ass sniffer," Nathan said, rolling his eyes. "What were you doing while I was up on that roof, actually being proactive? You left me to be...sexually molested by those cardigan clad freaks. Where did you go? You take yourself down to have a pint or something?"

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