Location: Bleachers
Interacting with: Conan & Tadhg ó Faoláin (
@TheIrishJJ)
Nathaniel was once more at a loss of words, his mind stumbling to think of something to say as he his body stay still. He didn't think this far ahead, instead he had hoped they would choose the direction and he would simply follow wordlessly. He never liked being the one to make decisions, and so now that he felt it was thrust upon him, his thoughts went from what they looked like to what they would like to do. He personally didn't care for the carnival nor what it had to offer, but he knew that Tadhg must since he seemed enthusiastic about going to it. He was also caught off guard that Conan too was somewhat excited for the event, or at the very least that was how he interpreted his enthusiastic great.
Nevertheless, several more seconds of silence ensued until finally Nathan believed he had a proper answer. If he could word that answer without filler words... that was a different story.
"I, uh... I don't care. I'll, uh, just follow you guys." He said to the best of his ability, slightly embarrassed he was having such a hard time speaking to them. It wasn't the fact that they were Irish or that he was having a hard time processing what they said. In fact, he rather liked their accents, which he found odd that he took note of such a thing. Regardless, it was more so the combination that they were somewhat unfamiliar people to him, along with how they were men. When it came to talking to Selene at the pool, he never really stumbled his words, being able to give clear answers in an instant. So... it made him question why it was so different when it came to other guys... Questions for later, he supposed.
Blake watched as Poetry, Ebony, and Maeve got acquainted with each other, standing off on the sidelines and letting each other introduce themselves. He was glad that Maeve didn't seem to be bothered by Poetry's way of speaking, and that Ebony too seemed happy to meet someone else. Though, he couldn't help but give a friendly, silent laugh to himself when Ebony's stomach growled just after welcoming Maeve. But, it also made him feel a tinge of sorrow for the girl that she had come on an empty stomach, let alone skipping breakfast. He thought, perhaps, that she had simply been running late, which would have explained why he had saw her standing in front of the bleachers and not actually sitting down with the rest of the freshmen.
And as she stated she would get some food and catch us later, he simply nodded with a reassuring smile. As much as he liked her company, he didn't want her to be starving herself just to stay with everyone. And speaking of everyone, he turned to Maeve and Poetry, crossing his arms with a slight smirk on his face.
"So, now that you met Poetry, Maeve, and Maeve, Poetry, what do you guys wanna do? I'll let you decide, and if it costs money, I can pay for it easy." He told them in a rather confident and content tone. He didn't mind that some of the things at this carnival costed money, as he surely couldn't go through it all in one week in this small town. Not to mention he had more saved in his account. So when it came to money, it was no object.
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