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[Onto the plane, armed with juice but frowning about it, comes a familiar figure. Or at least, mostly familiar. Thinner. Younger. Shorter hair. More built. One could reasonably assume it's Nathan circa years ago.]
Ugh... grape juice...
[He vaguely mutters to himself as he heads over to the kitchen. It is time. Time for grape koolaid.]
Fucking... poor man's version of koolaid.
[It seems Nathan is either unaware of changes or gives no fucks as he finishes his juice like a good boy and proceeds to rummage around for stuff to make some goddamn koolaid in because this is a very, very important task.]
Ugh... grape juice...
[He vaguely mutters to himself as he heads over to the kitchen. It is time. Time for grape koolaid.]
Fucking... poor man's version of koolaid.
[It seems Nathan is either unaware of changes or gives no fucks as he finishes his juice like a good boy and proceeds to rummage around for stuff to make some goddamn koolaid in because this is a very, very important task.]
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