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[onehundredbeers]

[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.]

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[inhumanity]

[Suddenly a homunculus who.... stops in his tracks.]

Ah, Nathan? Have you had reconstructive surgery? Was it for any particular reason, or did you feel like a change? You can't defy old age just by changing your appearance, you know, but I commend your effort to spite nature's cycles and laugh in the face of time.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan, likewise, stops. He clutches a pack of grape koolaid and a plastic container to make it in. And he looks at Christopher. And just looks at him. And looks at him. And looks at him.

Then:]

...What?

[inhumanity]

You look younger.

And you aren't fat.

[Christopher is really delicate with potentially upsetting topics there.]

[onehundredbeers]

I don't think I've ever been fat? I work out a lot.

[He then shrugs and begins to go back to making himself some koolaid.]

You're probably imaging things.

[inhumanity]

[Christopher isn't sure. Was he? That was possible. But he was sure Nathan was older.] You weren't in your thirties?

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan looks over his shoulder.]

No? Damn, do I look that bad...?

[He shakes his head a little. Christopher was probably drunk or something when they met. People get drunk a lot. That's a thing. But Nathan remains friendly despite Chris' sad confusion.]

Hey, uh, since you're here, you want any? I could probably drink this gallon by myself but I think I'd regret it later.

[inhumanity]

[Christopher is still a little startled, but Nathan isn't lying, so Chris believes him. He leans against the counter.] That's that new Kool-Aid? I would be happy to try. Maybe if I like it, I'll rob the Kool-Aid factory!

[onehundredbeers]

New? When are you from? Because this isn't really that new. Like, at all.

[He is so going to be all over this koolaid.]

But yeah, shit's great. I'm pretty sure that is because... it's got sugar. Sugar makes everything fucking better, you know?

[inhumanity]

1932!

[Nathan speaks to Christopher's soul.] It improved everything, even when it's artificial. I respect sugar immensely.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan grabs some cups.]

Fuck. That's- that's a while ago. Shit.

[inhumanity]

It's right on time to me! [Time shenanigans aren't important. What is important: Kool-Aid.] It's fun to share a new experience with a friend. Oh, that would make a good cheers, isn't it? We should drink to that.

[dritte_tochter]

Kool-aid...?

WOW WRONG ICON

[grampasguitars]

[Hey look, it's Toki. Without a goddamn chinese mustache. Because you can't be in a boy band with facial hair unless it's classy. See: A.J. McLean.

Also he's wearing a Lisa Frank shirt. Try and stop him.]

Ams you makins a Kool-Aid, Nathans? I loves Kool-Aid!

[onehundredbeers]

[He totally passes Christopher a drink because koolaid time.]

It's just koolaid. You don't have to, uh, do a toast... or anything.

[onehundredbeers]

Uh, yeah?

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan doesn't even BOTHER to try to stop that shirt. Part of him groans a little on the inside because that still doesn't fit the image Toki, come on, but he continues his mission for grape koolaid.]

Fuck yeah, I am. And I mean, who doesn't like koolaid. Anyone who doesn't like it? Does not deserve to live.

[Clearly younger Nathan gets italic emphasis instead of bold.]

[inhumanity]

I never do anything I have to. It's what keeps me young. [He raises his glass.] I raise this toast to defiance and futility! [And he happily tosses down the entire koolaid]

[he's just happy, really]

[dritte_tochter]

What is it?

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan shrugs and drinks his koolaid. Dear sweet jesus that's some good grape flavour.]

Fuck yeah. I hate having to do shit I'm supposed to do. Like, you know... who wants to do... stuff. Like get ordered around. Or anything.

[inhumanity]

[observe these mature adult people] Precisely. It's dull. Let's do something time wasting instead.