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[center]Location: Carnival
Interacting with: Conan & Tadhg ó Faoláin ([@TheIrishJJ])[/center]
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Nathaniel wasn't sure where the brothers were taking him, lost in his music and thoughts as he trudged along behind them. Each occasional glance would show that they were conversing with each other. Though, during the transition of music, he noticed that they weren't exactly speaking English. In fact, at first he wasn't really sure what they were speaking until he paused his music and listened more carefully. While he didn't understand what language they were speaking, he made an assumption that it was Irish due to their accents. And seeing how they were paying him no mind, he simply shrugged and resumed listening to his music.

Though, his thoughts would be interrupted once more, snapping him back into reality when he noticed they were both staring at him. He had missed what what they initially said, but a hasty pause in music provided him with Tadhg saying "Are you all right, Nathan?"
to which Conan added "Yeah, you look a bit... sad."

It had caught Nathan off guard, his eyes slightly widening at them before he looked off to his left again, embarrassed to even look at them as he started to piece what he'd say together. His face had a slight hue of red, reflecting his embarrassment at their worrying.
[color=9966CC]"I'm fine, it's nothing. Just... thinking." [/color]

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[center]Location: Carnival
Interactions with: Poetry ([@LovelyAnastasia]), Maeve ([@TheIrishJJ])[/center][center][img]http://www.wilsoninfo.com/lines/calligraphic-horizontal-line-1c.png[/img][/center]

Blake attentively watched Poetry as they walked, nodding to signify he was listening as she gave an explanation of an elephant ear.
[color=#f7cac9]"A pasty the size of an elephant ear, covered in powdered sugar? Huh, sounds like it would taste amazing."[/color] He replied as he followed the free poet. He wished he could record the way Poetry spoke, feeling it would help him understand characters who were more free spirited. He watched her movement meticulously, she was like a butterfly dancing in the sunlight, with a hint of grace in each movement. She would probably make for a fun dance partner at the studio too. Though, he figured she wouldn't really follow a set way to dance, but he supposed that would be fine.

However, upon arrival to the ferris wheel, he made sure to pay for the trio, handing the one in charge of running the wheel payment, and in turn leading the group into the line. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by Poetry and how she said he'd make a butterfly blush, along with Maeve's opinion on how he shouldn't have. But it just made him more happy to do so. When he himself took a seat, he made sure to say [color=#f7cac9]"Don't worry about it, it's just money."[/color]