you push me, I don't have the strength to resist or control you

[duderaider]

It was weird being back in the good old U-S of A sometimes. It felt like there should be more explosions and people shooting at him sometimes. Well, some of the time. Most of the time. All of the time

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OH bb that is totally okay! I understand. I'm so excite to RP this but I totes understand man

[duderaider]

Nate tilted his head in the direction he heard the doorbell. Now who the hell'd be around at this time of night besides him and the dead? He gave something of a tired groan and pushed himself out of his chair and back inside, to which he answered the doorbell.

And low and behold was--whoah.

"Elena?"

totes okayyyy

[duderaider]

Drake quirked that eyebrow up so high it wasn't even on his face anymore. Or something like that. Don't get him wrong, any time he got to see Elena he'd gladly take. He was all for holding her and giving her those three little words, but for the time being...

Uh.

He honestly had no idea what was going on.

Nate propped his arm against the doorframe and rubbed his face with his free hand. Even in his confusion he couldn't help a smile, albeit an awkward one.

"What's the occasion? And, uh... no offense meant, but what time is it again?"