Nathaniel Edan/Junnie and Nate

## Nathaniel and Seojun (2/14/15 - ???)

Sharing his birthday with the famed Valentine's day wasn't the best, especially with the couples everywhere being lovey dovey and making him very irritated. Victoria told him to find her brother or something if Seojun could recall. He tipped his floppy black hat further over his eyes to avoid looking at a couple making out against at the wall ahead of him as he grumbled some profanities under his breath.

He murmured some words as he drew back from the girl, running his hands down her thigh, adjusting her weight as she had her legs wrapped around his waist. He didn't notice the other kid and ignored the profanity.

Seojun tried his best not to gag, and he wasn't willing to admit that he wanted that same type of attention. He glared at the two and coughed to get their attention. "There are places called bedrooms for things like that, are you aware?" he grimaced.

He drew back with a sigh, "there's also a place called deserted hallways that is rarely used," he said, "not my fault you wandered down. Plus," he said with a smirk, "we weren't doing anything that bad." The girl giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, "you're welcome to join us if you want," she said to him.

He grunted in dismay and fought to keep his hands away from the pocketknife in his back pockets. "No thank you. I have better things to do then share someone else's saliva," he retorted. "How about you two make yourselves useful. Do any of you know a guy named Nathaniel Edan?"

Nathaniel Edan - A Hot Mess

Character's Bio

The Prince of Fire
**Age:** 17
**Height:** 6"1
**Weight:** 125 lbs
**Sexuality** Heterosexual
**Relationship Status:** Single
**Birth Place:** N.Y
**Main Weapon:** Pyrokinesis - create, control, and manipulate fire.
Thermokinesis - create, control, and manipulate heat.
Inflammation - ignite objects/spontaneous combustion.
Pyrotransportation - explode self and reform.
Biokinesis - harness energy from fire to heal minor wounds.
Plasmakinesis - can control plasma.
Golem Creation - make golems out of flames. Often in the form of hell hounds.
Fire Breath - breathe out flames.
Magma Manipulation - manipulate molten substances such as lava.
**Accent:** American
“I can be most colorful and inventive when I am angry."

Personality

Nate is a loner, he doesn't particularly like being around people much anymore. He puts on a front to scare people off and though he sometimes gets rather lonely, he'd rather that than putting on a smile. Underneath the hard exterior, Nate can be kind and rather helpful, going out of his way to make someone else's life easier.

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"She said something about him having an idiotically large ego," he commented. His scowl immediately flipped into a grin and he tipped his hat upward to reveal his Edan inherited brown eyes. "Hello cousin. I haven't had the chance to meet you. Thank Victoria for this."

He stared at him before sighing, "and I couldn't just be left alone," he muttered, pulling away from the girl and she slid back onto the ground, "can't you come back after I'm done?"

"Are you the one who was born on February 14th and has to suffer every year through a love fest? No, so you have nothing to complain about." He sighed and threaded his fingers through his mint green bangs. "Victoria thought it would be a good idea to meet whoever I'll be working close with to eliminate... well you know what."

He made a face and walked away from the the girl, who moved off, "do I look like I care about your non existent love problems? Just because you're unhappy doesn't mean you have to kill everyone else's happiness." He grumbled it out, "if you think I work with people-you're wrong."

"I didn't know you called lying to yourself about what you truly think is love, happiness, but people are impossible to understand sometimes. And no, I don't usually like working with others too, but something tells me we might get along better than you expect." He stepped out of the girl's way and focused his line of vision at Nate more fiercely. "Unless you want the whole school to know and someone to call the authorities, I suggest we find somewhere more private to talk."

"Are you deaf?" He asked, "I said no one comes down here," he said but regardless he moved past him and into an empty classroom.

"No, I heard you very clearly. If this is a supposed 'deserted hallway', why did I walk down it? What's the possibility that someone else won't walk down it? I'm just making the logical decision, unless you feel like being beheaded."

Nathaniel Edan - A Hot Mess

Character's Bio

The Prince of Fire
**Age:** 17
**Height:** 6"1
**Weight:** 125 lbs
**Sexuality** Heterosexual
**Relationship Status:** Single
**Birth Place:** N.Y
**Main Weapon:** Pyrokinesis - create, control, and manipulate fire.
Thermokinesis - create, control, and manipulate heat.
Inflammation - ignite objects/spontaneous combustion.
Pyrotransportation - explode self and reform.
Biokinesis - harness energy from fire to heal minor wounds.
Plasmakinesis - can control plasma.
Golem Creation - make golems out of flames. Often in the form of hell hounds.
Fire Breath - breathe out flames.
Magma Manipulation - manipulate molten substances such as lava.
**Accent:** American
“I can be most colorful and inventive when I am angry."

Personality

Nate is a loner, he doesn't particularly like being around people much anymore. He puts on a front to scare people off and though he sometimes gets rather lonely, he'd rather that than putting on a smile. Underneath the hard exterior, Nate can be kind and rather helpful, going out of his way to make someone else's life easier.

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"When you put it that way... I'm going to wait for a *please*," he laughed. "Actually, a total of one hundred twenty six students walk down this hallway everyday. You're just lucky the unfortunate ones who passed here weren't confident enough to confront the fact they had a problem with you and your little make out section. Anyway, you're supposedly going to assassinate Prince Liam. I know you are your way of force, but like Vic said, he's way more protected. This is going to take more than plain old force. I'm sure Victoria trusts you and all, but I'm much more skilled at killing and getting away with it—" he paused, smirking, "—or rather hiding Liam from Victoria and getting away with it."

He stared at him. The *Are you kidding me* written all over his face, "well, that's nice, you little murderer, but like I said. I don't need help. So do me a favour and back off and go kiss Victoria's ass."

"I'll have you know I don't answer to anyone. I'm not doing this because Victoria told me to, I'm doing this because I think we could be good friends, if you put in the effort not to push me away like you do to the rest that care about you. The difference is that I could care less about you, that's why I won't waste my time trying to backstab you. Now isn't that reassuring?"

He stopped then began to pat himself down, checking all of his pockets, before going to the cupboards and went through it. "Sorry, I'm trying to find all the fucks I give about how much I care about how much you care about me," he said before sighing, "I can't seem to find any."

Seojun inclined his head and laughed, even if Nate's words had been used to insult him. "You're hilarious. I honestly wonder why you don't have more friends, besides the whole loner act you like to pull around people about ninety nine percent of the time."

He blinked at him, scowling, "I don't people, sue me, now, I appreciate this uh gesture of friendship," he doesn't, "but I really do rather working by myself."

"If that suits you," he agreed. Seojun really didn't agree. He was going to help Nate whether he wanted him to or not. He was older than Nate, so he didn't need to answer to him, even if he had a higher royal status. He knew whatever Nate went through to make him so irritable and withdrawn wasn't even close to as bad as what Seojun had been suffering with for eighteen years. "I still ask for friendship. I'll get out of your way and let you do whatever you want, but this place simply isn't interesting without a friend to tell about it to."

"Jesus Christ," he swore, "I'm not believing you. Do you really take me as a fool to think Victoria wouldn't try to get someone to spy on me for her? I'm not an idiot. I know her. I know she likes to do everything by her own hand."

He blinked, now just very confused. "Spy? I don't recall me ever agreeing to spying for anyone on anyone. And Victoria never told me about doing anything for her. I'm surprised you haven't figured it out. I've given you hints and directly told you. I don't answer to anyone, I'm not in league with anyone, and I definitely don't spy for anyone. You know how I know about this whole entire thing?" He tapped his temple. "Hacked into the Records and put two and two together. I'm not stupid either Nate, I don't care how you perceive me, but I'm much more intelligent than you give me credit for. Unless you would rather have someone who can find any type of information against you, I suggest you stop pushing against me, and accept the request already."

"Didn't say you weren't intelligent but my intel doesn't lie, people have seen you around Victoria. Plus, you also said you were with Victoria. That you had to meet the person you'll be working with."

He snorted, this was common sense. "Of course they've seen me around Victoria. How else am I supposed to talk to all of you if I decide to ignore one because they're plotting to overthrow a kingdom? I need to keep her from being suspicious anyway. She already knows my loyalty doesn't lie with her, so she's going to try and keep track of my movements. I came to you second of all things to throw her off my trail. Besides, you're the fun one."

"True," he conceded with a small grin, "but really, are you trying to feed my ego? I admit, it usually works most of the time, but you can't really blame me for being suspicious. It's a rocky period of history, you know?"

"Nah, I understand. It would've been great if I could've avoided all this when coming to the Academy, but your sister isn't a patient person now is she?" He sighed.

"The day she becomes patient is the day dad gives her his crown."

"Which will never happen as far as I'm concerned. I don't know too much about Uncle Olivier since I haven't taken the time to study up on him and everything, but he seems very dedicated to his kingdom, or at least dedicated to ruling it."

"What's left of it."

Seojun snorted in agreement and slipped his hands into his pocket. "I almost feel bad for you, must've been a pain the ass growing up with her."

"She wasn't that bad as a kid," he said with a shrug.

"And you now have the reason why I said 'almost'."

He shrugged, "I won't make assumptions about your past, so don't make assumptions on mine."

"Fair enough." He retrieved his phone from his jean pocket and flashed it on. He typed in a few things, most of them extra passwords for security measures, before pulling up something similar to a coding screen, except it was already filled with hyperlinks and neon text. It took him a total of two minutes, but soon he pulled up an old student record of King Olivier when he attended the Academy. "Your father was an interesting man," he mumbled under his breath, but loud enough in case Nate felt like answering to his words.

"I'm sorry?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Seojun glanced at his cousin. "Your father," he repeated. "He's interesting." He held up his phone, showing the records that had been digitally transferred to a computer database, allowing Seojun to access them quite easily. "Just skimming over his first year, he seemed to have an odd interest in Fireball, but not only in playing the sport, but the actual *fire*ball, which wouldn't make any sense assuming they're created at the beginning of every game."

He didn't glance at the phone, "your point?"

"Nothing as long as you show no interest in what I say. If I give you am answer it will mean nothing if you find nothing interesting or with inquiring in it." He proceeded to keep scrolling those his phone, later searching up Olivier's wife, Adena, until he came upon one certain fact that happened to bother him. "Who's Lucinda?" He wondered aloud. "Nate... Do you have a sister named Lucinda?"

**OOC:** This takes place before Nate and Lucy meet by the way.

He blinked, "what?" He asked, leaning forward.

"It says here, Adena Larson-Edan has another daughter—about 18 I think—named Lucinda. Look," he said, handing the phone to Nate. "Were you ever aware about this?"

He glanced down before shrugging," oh her, Lucy. Of course I know about her."

**OOC:**No one knew about Lucy beside Adena before she came to the Academy. And I said this roleplay takes place *before*Nate and Lucy met.

Yea ik, but like nates going to say he doesn't know.

**OOC:**What?

Ooc: like he doesn't know this but he doesn't want to confess to being in the dark.

**OOC:**Oh. That makes sense.

He raised an eyebrow in simple disbelief. "You really know her? Okay, let me meet her."

"Meet her yourself," he sneered, "I'm not your pathway to the others."

"My suspicion was correct," he countered. Seojun snickered at his cousin and gestured for his phone back. "I'm going to need that back if you don't mind. I only have one of those."

He glanced down to it before tapping into it, wiping everything the place had on him. Throwing it back after closing the browser, he said, "you can buy another."

"Not really. All Seth's money went to Grace in his will. Well, not all of it, but most of it, and I'm not wasting that on a new phone when I could be using it to get more money," he said, catching the phone in his left hand. He turned it off and slipped it back into his pocket.

He shrugged and took a step back, "if that's all."

"I make you uncomfortable, don't I?" he asked with a smirk. "I would feel offended, but I love unsettling people."

He blinked. He wasn't uncomfortable, but he was tired and grumpy, "no? You're just boring."

"I look doing that too," he smiled slyly. No matter what way Nate said anything, Seojun took no offense or really considered the words whatsoever. If he had to nag the younger male to talk to him, so be it.

He rolled his eyes, "whatever," he said, moving towards the door.

Seojun didn't say anything with Nate's intention to leave obvious to him. He wasn't one for dramatic exits, but this wasn't necessarily in his control this time. He attempted to yell for Nate's attention or for help in general but they came out muffled and muted. If Nate took the time to turn around, he would find no Seojun and a burning hallway.

Nathaniel Edan - A Hot Mess

Character's Bio

The Prince of Fire
**Age:** 17
**Height:** 6"1
**Weight:** 125 lbs
**Sexuality** Heterosexual
**Relationship Status:** Single
**Birth Place:** N.Y
**Main Weapon:** Pyrokinesis - create, control, and manipulate fire.
Thermokinesis - create, control, and manipulate heat.
Inflammation - ignite objects/spontaneous combustion.
Pyrotransportation - explode self and reform.
Biokinesis - harness energy from fire to heal minor wounds.
Plasmakinesis - can control plasma.
Golem Creation - make golems out of flames. Often in the form of hell hounds.
Fire Breath - breathe out flames.
Magma Manipulation - manipulate molten substances such as lava.
**Accent:** American
“I can be most colorful and inventive when I am angry."

Personality

Nate is a loner, he doesn't particularly like being around people much anymore. He puts on a front to scare people off and though he sometimes gets rather lonely, he'd rather that than putting on a smile. Underneath the hard exterior, Nate can be kind and rather helpful, going out of his way to make someone else's life easier.

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TIMESKIPPPPPP

He sat in the training room, making figurines dance across the air, one male, one female. Waltzing around, leaving trails of smoke.

With a blank expression and noticeable bags under his eyes, Seojun made his way across the room, his hands itching to hurt someone. He briefly scanned the equipment in the training room and decided on the agility course. Destroying things would bring attention to him, he didn't want that right now. He leaped into the air, grasping a handle that hung from the low ceiling, and then began to make his way across the room in that manner.

The figures disperced as he saw a figure making his way across the hangles and watched him momentarily, not recognising him.

He grasped another handle easily, arriving at the end of the exercise yet still consumed with the urge to hurt someone, anyone. He swung himself, flipping in mid-air, and landed on the mat in a roll. He combed his fingers through the threads of his hair as if to keep himself calm.

"Oh," he said, finally recognising him, "it's you."

He heard Nate's voice echo across the room but ignored it. *Bas\*\*\*d*, he thought, cracking his knuckles. He scanned the room once again looking for something to do, and spotted a simulator at the other end of the hall.

He rose an eyebrow. *What's it with all these new people having crappy attitudes? They're making me look like a teddy bear.* Rolling his eyes on leant back onto the bleachers.

"You're alive because of me," he growled under his breath and then repeated it louder. It was debatable whether Nate would ask questions or simply rolled his eyes, but he awaited a response.

He glanced over at him, "remind me how you influenced my parents to have sex? You were just a child at the time, mind you."

There it is. Seojun allowed himself to be amused for a split second before making his way to the simulator. "You don't know what I have to go through for you idiots," he continued harshly, removing his shirt so he only wore a black tank top and jeans. New and fading bruises decorated his arms, his collar bone, and peeked out from the edges of his lower neck. "Didn't you see the damn signs." He took his shoes off and set them on his neatly folded shirt before stepping into the simulator and starting it up. "Betting is a dangerous game."

He sighed, so much for peace and quiet, before pulling out a joint, lighting it, and taking a deep inhale from it. "I could give you a gambling hotline if you need it."

"No thanks. Unlike Lucinda, I don't enjoy poker." He combated between defeating imaginary enemies and thinking about current things and the few phrases he could spare to give Nate a clue about anything, but considering out idiotic the other was, it seemed near impossible.

Not really believing the smoke will actually do anything unless he had another one nearby, he still tried tolose himself in it and ignore his relation. "Should I ask where the bruises come from?"

"Even if you were to have the slightest bit of interest or concern towards me, which I doubt, I can't tell you." The simulator ended when he shot a fireball at the last simulated enemy, but Seojun didn't feel like leaving although the machine demanded so. He sat down criss-cross style on the floor. "You don't care, correct?"

"Who knows," he said, blowing out the smoke in a ring before blowing a stream through it, dispercing the ring. "Still, I have a habit of keeping everyone's secrets. So it's not like I'll go out yelling it at the top of my lungs."

"Answer, the question. You don't care, *correct*?" he strained certain words to relay the seriousness compared to their earlier encounter.

He turned to look at him, "if your secret is going to get me or anyone else killed, yes, I do care. I'm a lot of things, but I'm not suicidal."

"Good." He straightened his sitting position, hoping Nate was listening closely. "They want to eliminate the line. I can't elaborate right now or else—" A shiver ran down his pine, like a warning. "—Nevermind. Keep your head down and your eyes up. The sky only stretches as far as the trees do." *Don't ignore me Nate, don't you dare you little... For f\*\*k's sake...*

"Are you talking about Victoria's plot?"

"No." He reminded himself the pain was for a good cause. *What did they ever do for me anyway? Nothing. Why am I fighting for them?* "My mental state is questionable but I don't do psychopaths. I explained that already."

"If she's blackmailing you into killing off every other Edan, that'd be a good reason to hate her."

He clenched his fists. *Idiot. I knew...* "She's not. She's on the same side as..." Another shiver. *Stop.* "...Someone who can't forgive."

"Your dad?"

"Seth is dead. Grace killed him." He needed more words, more time, more anything, but Nate wasn't getting the point. "It's not an elemental. It's inhuman. It's...An accident. Why am I protecting all of you anyway? You've never done anything for me. I shouldn't care, but I do, and it *hurts*," he choked.

He regarded him, taking another drag, "who's hurting you?" He asked, blowing it out through his nose. "Inhuman? Are you sick? Is there a genetic illness running rampant?"

"I hate guessing games," he growled, growing impatient. "If you value people's lives, yours included, you're going to actually think about this and figure it out for yourself. I know you could care less if I disappeared off the face of the planet and was found dead somewhere in town, but you would do anything to protect Grace, Anneline, and Lucinda. So think, *damn it*!"

He narrowed his eyes, "you haven't actually given me anything to use, damn it. Is there some sort of revolutionary cult? An Earthen cult?" He asked, sitting up, "assassins? Poison?"

"Two and Three," he coughed. "It's being monitored, the conversation. You need to speak vaguely—or else."

"You're bugged?"

"Worse."

He pursed his lips, "welll, I wish you luck with that. Anyway," he said, "changing subject. We have class together, right?"

"Well, considering we're both fifth years and both control fire—*yes* we have classes with each other dumb\*\*\*," Seojun snapped in simple annoyance. Once he realized how harsh his tone was he shook his head to loosen his tense shoulders and combed through his bangs with his fingers as he took deep breaths. "Sorry, sorry. I just have this urge to hurt someone. Didn't mean for you to be the target of—nevermind. Have you reconnected with your long lost sister yet?"

"I did," he said nodding, "I don't think she likes me very much. I'm not sure what I did, though, anyway, back to the classes, we have thoses tests, right? In like a week or so, do you know how I should prepare myself for them?" He asked, looking at him. THey didn't have any tests coming up, so it was an outright lie but he begged him to figure it out and play along with it.

Fortunate for Nate, Seojun caught on almost immediately. He shrugged to display a nonchalant tone but answered with an emotionless voice. "Keep yourself vigilant, and maybe *ask Grace and Anneline if they can study with you.* I heard the tests are supposed to be a surprise, and the teacher *won't give us a date* on when it happens."

"Why don't I ask Victoria? She's done the test before."

"Victoria isn't the best study partner. She'll probably throw you under the bus by giving you incorrect information, for her own amusement."

He frowned before nodding once, "Grace and Anneline. I know Grace."

"Then it won't be hard to find Anneline. Just ask Jack, he should know where she is."

He yawned, "I'll do that, what does Jack look like?"

"Pretty easy to spot. Wears glasses and has blue hair, not to mention he's Asian. Not many people around that look like him."

"Not many people go by their Earthen descent," he replied, taking another drag before offering it to Junnie, "want some?"

He shook his head. There was simply something about smoking that further irritated Seojun. Maybe it involved the fact that his dead father often did it, and he was forced to breathe in the polluted air.

He shrugged, "you should try it, might calm you down, god knows you need to."

"I do a better job at keeping my emotions under control than you've ever done in the small square of time I've met you. It's a wonder why I haven't snapped yet," he bit back in maybe the most emotionless and malicious voice he could muster.

He choked on laughter, "are you ignoring that little stint you did the other day? The day where you set the hallway on *fire*?"

"I set the hallway on fire? Remind me when this occurred. I never use my powers unless I absolutely need to. Why the hell would I set the hallway on fire? And frankly, whatever in the world would cause me to do this that couldn't be solved by physical contact?"

"I'm in detention for a month because I supposedly set the hallway on fire. Right after we met, remember? I left and boom, place was on fire and you were nowhere to be seen."

Seojun's memory provided him with no such fact. He knew he hadn't set anything on fire, in fact, he was sure he would be very aware if set something on fire. But then there was also the itty bitty thing that included the fact that idiots kidnapped him in broad daylight and Nate didn't have the sense to turn around earlier. "...That wasn't me," he carefully stated.

He sniffed before taking another drag, "whatever, I'm not fussed. Nor do I care which of us is the 'calmest'. I'd scram, by the way, I'm getting a bit tired of you."

Seojun simply rolled his eyes and ignored the younger. He unfolded his legs from beneath him and readjusted them in a more comfortable sitting position. "Then you can remain bored for a bit longer, or you can take the simple option and just leave."

"I was here first," he replied, "I'm not going to leave just because some green haired bat decides to come in."

"Then you can be as bored as your heart desires," Seojun retorted.

He sighed, "you're too serious," he murmured, "why is everyone so serious?"

Seojun drummed his fingers on the mat, thoughts churning around in his mind. "If you're really that bored, you could try something revolutionary called 'being productive'. Though I doubt you'd like it," he spoke up, his words underlined with humorous sarcasm.

His eyebrows creased together, "like a hobbie? I box. That's a hobby."

He bit back a simple remark and thought of a more calm response. "...Let's assume I was implying that, so yes."

"Do *you* have a hobbie?"

"Yes. I play several instruments including but not limited to the flute, violin, piano, guitar, clarinet, trumpet, and any type of drum. I also consider hacking a hobby, but I think we're talking about legal hobbies so..."

He looked at him and winked, "I don't think getting high in the gym is exactly legal either."

"Well yes, there is a law against that, that you're violating right now, but I can't say anything because breaking and entering and Vandalism is one of my many hobbies so I'm in no better place to reprimand you on how to live your life." He then chuckled a little at that, "But I don't care, so I will anyway."

"What is law when you make them? What is law when you're a prince," he said, "you know, if I were king, I'd let everyone get high. I'd make weed the highest import asset. Everyone gets high and be happy and forget all their problems."

Seojun threw his head back and laughed as if Nate becoming king was the most ridiculous thing in the world. "This is why you're not king. Drugs are only a temporary fix to things. Would you really make your whole kingdom suffer through that? Do you really want to end up like Seth?"

He snorted, "not everyone's like Seth. No one really *can* be like Seth. One of a kind he is. So am I. So are you. We are all one of a kind. And I don't think I'll turn out as bad as Seth did."

"You're right. You're worse."

"You don't know me," he grumbled, "I wouldn't put a finger on my kids."

"Assuming you have kids, Nate," Seojun snickered. "While you might be desirable for a few night stands, you're not husband material."

"You don't have to be a husband to have kids," he said rising an eyebrow, getting a bit pissed off, "and by the way, just cause you read about me on a screen doesn't mean you know who I am. Not everyone's like Seth. The only boy that is anything like him is, well, you. He's a distant relation to me. Not my dad."

"You do realize I'm past the comparing you to Seth thing right? I don't see why you think I'm anything like him. We might both be highly unstable, but I'm not an abusive drunk. Just a sadistic assassin. Total difference. Nah, I'm kidding." He simply shrugged, examining his hands. "No one would be able to understand me or what I've been through anyway, so I won't take your words to heart."

"And you wouldn't be able to understand me. So stop assuming shit about me."

"Well," he hummed. "You look like shit, so I think it's perfectly logical to assume you are shit. But hey, everyone's different. Maybe you secretly give out to charity. Who knows?"

He had, in fact. He secretly donated a lare sum of his allowance to charities each week but it's not like he posted on that on a wall for everyone to see. "You know, you're rather shallow."

"Thanks, I was waiting for someone to comment on that," he snickered. It was a common thing now to be called shallow although he generally wasn't a shallow person. He didn't like judging people from the surface, but to others, it always seems to come out that way. "I'm not as snobby as you think. Just not in a good mood. But to be fair, I'm hardly in a good mood."

"Nice, I don't care," he muttered, "and I didn't say snobby. I said shallow. You judged my character because I looked shitty. A shallow comment."

"Nice to know," he mumbled annoyed. "They can be categorized the same, Nate. There's no difference, dumbass." Irritated, Seojun stood, gathering things and slipping on his shirt and shoes again. He wanted to leave, but he decided to make one more comment. "Grow up, kid. Not everything in the world is worthless." Then he left, the door closing behind him with a soft thud, so his words could sink in.

He paused before laughing, shaking his head as he took another drag.

**OOC:**oh yeah, nate's high lol

OOC: Quite high yea

**OOC:** timekskip?

Yea you start

Today, Seojun felt like hanging himself. Literally. He was extremely tempted to go find a rope, tie it to a fan, and slip the noose around his neck and end life. To put it short, it wasn't a good day for him. But on the other hand, good days were next to non-existent to him. Today was different however, because he was acting much more lazy than usual, which was unlike his active personality.