5~ Action

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[It's eight on the dot when Aziraphale arrives at the door to Nathan's room, his file tucked under one arm.  He's more than a little concerned about the continuing flood, and he'd considered himself too polite to ask the man if its effects were bothering him - although judging by his most recent journal entry, Mr. Petrelli's phobia might just be

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I completely missed this somehow, sorry. Glad you pointed it out!

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[Nathan's making some noise inside when he hears a knock on the door, still not content with the way the flood's effects keep returning. He is a man determined to defeat situations like this, even if it's utterly impossible, and he clings to that stubbornness right up until he hears that knock. Then he pauses and moves toward the door, hoping for the split second between the knock and introduction that it might be Peter.

Knowing it's his warden, he straightens up and quickly smooths out his tie. Then he's at the door, opening it just a crack to look outside. The last thing he needs is Aziraphale finding out just what he's afraid of, that embarrassment. He glances at his watch, then looks to his warden with a grand smile.]

"I'm glad you're punctual. Would you mind giving me just a minute to--" [Nathan glances back toward the mess behind him only to realize it's no longer there. After a pause, he opens his door to a more reasonable width and looks at the other man again.] "Never mind. Let's go."

No problem. <3

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"Of course." [He's a little bossy, for an inmate, but Aziraphale's spent much of his existence in the company of people who tend to state suggestions as orders. It sort of rolls off him now. He falls into step beside the American man as they leave.]

"One hopes the flood hasn't been bothering you? I must admit, I've been trying to stay out of my room when I can." [He seems alright, but politicians are masters of deception in his world and he doubts they're the same anywhere else.]

[smile4thepeople]

[Nathan immediately notes the slight accent, but thinks nothing of it. It doesn't really matter where people are from here so much as what they did before they came and their status here. The man is accommodating in a way much like his old aid and, for the first time, Nathan thinks his warden might not be entirely unreasonable. Though he chooses to reserve judgment.]

"It's been annoying, sure, but nothing I can't handle. I didn't mind staying in my room." [He states the latter as a sort of testament to his patience and ability to cope.] "So what's on the agenda?"

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"Well, I thought we'd work that out between the two of us." [He notices that Petrelli speaks as if there's someone over his shoulder with a notebook, writing everything down. Maybe he's dishonest - a tempting thought - or maybe he just chooses his words carefully. It's impossible to tell yet, at least not without exerting a little more energy than he'd really care to.]

"I don't want to be thought of as your boss or anything so ridiculous. You're the one who's going to be doing most of the work here, if you don't mind one saying so. I'd like to see myself as more of a...facilitator, you know? I'm more interested to know what's on your agenda."