Nicholas Angel

[alorn_bear]

Belar leads the way down into the clean, quiet, painfully plain area in the back and opens up one of the doors. "Here you go, dude," he says. "One night down here. If someone else doesn't release you in the morning, I will. Got any questions?"

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[diced_tartan]

Nicholas shakes his head. "No," he says simply.

He's never been on this side of the whole situation, and isn't exactly sure what to say. Staying quiet seems the best bet.

[alorn_bear]

"All right, then," says Belar. "Hey, have you had dinner yet? We'll get you fed if you haven't."

[diced_tartan]

"I only just got out of bed," Nicholas says.

By which he means he spent all night on the sofa, in his clothes, absolutely failing to sleep.

[alorn_bear]

"Breakfast, then," says Belar. "I'll make the arrangements."

[diced_tartan]

Nicholas nods. "Thank you," he says.

For a moment, he considers mentioning his pescetarianism, but since he's not exactly hungry anyway, he doesn't bother.

[alorn_bear]

"You're welcome. I'll see you around."

Some time later there'll be a tray in Nick's cell with no particular indication of how it got there. Belar doesn't make a habit of intruding on people's minds and hearts but once in a while he does check on little details about them, so the offering will be fully compliant with Nicholas' dietary habits and preferences.