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[This guy. He loves to go missing, doesn't he?

Well.

His phone was left resting idly on the night table near Neah's bed. For some odd reason, it clicks on. Accidental, if anything.

It's pitch black in his room. Not a single soul, except for the sleeping parrot it his cage, and... What's this? A middle aged man? Opening Neah's room? Sure is. He doesn't look anything like Neah. Or well. What citizens of Prospero probably remember him looking like. Either way, this man steps into the room and goes immediately to the bird cage.]

Marian... [Through the video, you can see this idiot opening the cage. A cage of a bird.

A bird who's never seen his original face.

A bird who protects it's master and itself by pecking at everything.]

Ah, good. You are awake. Come here.

[The bird flies out. As if it knows him. You know.

That is until you can hear this high pitched squak.]

INTRUDER! INTRUDER! INTRUDER!

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[Hey guess what, Nate? The bird seems to understand you and now he's violently pecking at your cheek.]

Should I give you a long answer, or a short answer?

[asdasklj SCREW YOUR BIRD HE'LL FIGHT YOU]

Whatever's easier for you, pal.

[Sorry Bro. Neah is going to take this bird off of you right now.]

Perhaps we should sit then. [Back in the cage he goes so that they can have a normal conversation without the bird trying to kill them.] Would you like anything to drink or eat?

[He's rubbing at his face - gdit bird.]

I'm good, thanks. Where do you wanna sit?

The table. Outside. Wherever is convenient for you.

Got it. [A nod and he moves out to the balcony, takes a seat there.]

How're you feeling anyway, pal?

[Following Nate toward the balcony for some fresh air. While Nate sits, he'll just... stand. Like a bauce.]

Fine, I suppose. How are you this fine evening?

[Standing's for lame-os. Sitting is where it's at.]

I'm doing good - haven't done anything too crazy tonight, so I can't complain.

[Are you calling him a lame-o?]

Now that I look a tad bit older, perhaps we could... [PARTY AND PARTY] go to the bar on our spare time. Hm?

[... No.]

Wouldn't say no to a drink. I could use it, with what's been happening around here. [A smile and he nods.] How old are you anyway, Neah?

[good.]

Then sometime this week, whenever we are not busy, shall we plan a little date~? [hahaha date.] 30... 40... I am not sure myself. [aka the mun doesn't know.]

And you?

A date. Just like your game idea, right? [He raises a brow.] Somewhere in the middle of that.

Not big on birthdays?

That idea still stands. [Smiling sheepishy. Vague as ever.] So we are close in age. How nice.

[For a moment, he's silent. Thinking on the question before he shrugs.] I have long forgotten my birthday.

You never gave me a day to come over, Neah. [A tilt of the head, then a small eyeroll.] Definitely - don't tell anyone, but I was beginning to feel pretty old with everyone else around here.

- Ah. That's too bad, you know? [Awkward shifting, whoops.]

When everything is much more settled, I'll plan out something. [SMILE SMILE] You're not too hard. ... Well, I would rather hope not, because that would make me old as well.

Heh. I'm sure it is fine. [NO PROBLEM BRO.] Has anything happened while I was gone?

Looking forward to it, then. [And that smile gets thrown back!] At least we have each other, huh?

Not... much, to be honest. [This means NATE DOESN'T PAY ATTENTION FOR SHIT, WHOOPS.] Not that I could see - and if anything did, it seemed that everyone had it handled.

At least we have each other, yes.

[WHOOPS.] That is good to hear. I would not want to miss something interesting while I am gone.

[Speaking of which.] I owe you a story, don't I?

[He scratches at the back of his head, nods.] Well if you did, I'm sure you'd have plenty of time to catch up.

Glad to see you remembered! You up for it now?

Hm. I suppose so.

[It's not always easy to talk about this. Even though he has spoken about it many times.]

I was taken back to a time where my brother and I struggled to escape from the hands of The Earl. To be more specific -- when I found myself in this time, my hands were stained with blood.

Many years ago -- Well. I suppose at this moment, I have just murdered the noah clan. So in this sense, I am actually alive and not wandering around in my nephew's body -- My previous form here.

[Alright, so there are a few terms that he doesn't exactly understand but you know what? He knows enough to understand most of it, and there's a furrowing of his brows. He opens his mouth to say something but stops, nods instead before anything.]

Why'd you do any of it? [There's a look on his face that says enough to convey the confusion, his uncertainty.] You were.. dead, back then?

To protect humanity, I suppose. I have my reasons. [More importantly, it was to protect his brother. ~~lolheadcanon~~] Correct. The body that you saw me in previously was not mine.

It was Allen Walker's body -- my host.

Everyone does. Makes sense. [He shifts, smiles.]

There's an Allen here, isn't there? Is that the same guy?

Oh. So you've met him? Or perhaps seen him around?

Nah, just seem him around.

[A wave of the hand.]

He is my nephew.

[Worse uncle award.]