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Alright, listen here you little shit; he wasn't doing this for you. He was doing this for Melody. And for the Nappy fangirls.

Nathaniel groaned and raised his arms up, pressing down on the back of his head irritatedly. Oh, Lord, give him the patience and strength for what he was about to do. He hadn't been wondering the halls for too long, and it wasn't all that hard to find his target; with the unique, depressing cloud that hung over the kid constantly. - Ah, there he was now.
Well, shit. Now that he had found him, how was he supposed to approach him. What the hell would he say? Nate quietly took a deep breathe. So many things could go wrong that would make this end very, very badly. Eying the kid paused in the middle of the hallway, the young man approached from behind. "Happy?" he called out (though probably a little lower that he would have preferred), trying to grab for the kids attention, putting one hand on his shoulder.

Oh, jeebus. Let it begin.

Hands tucked neatly behind him, the young boy walked silently down the hallway, staring down at his feet. Happy was heading back to his dorm after doing...whatever he was doing beforehand. He stopped abruptly, noticing how loosely his tie was on his uniform. Taking his hands from his back, he tightened the tie. Wait- how do you tighten ties again? Happy struggled to find out how by yanking at it and untangling it; only to worsen the tie and make it look worn out. It looked as if he were trying to rip off a snake constricted around his neck. Happy gave a few grunts of pure frustration as he messed up his tie further.

When he had just about given up, he shrugged his shoulders, giving a long, heavy sigh. It was pretty obvious the tie had won this battle. Suddenly, Happy tensed at the sound of his name. It was a voice that seemed so distant, yet he'd heard it many times before. Though, maybe it was just his imagination. He could barely hear the low murmur anyway. Just as he lifted a foot, a palm slapped into his shoulder. Yeah, that just about did it. Happy's face flushed up, and he gave a high-pitched squeak. The black-haired boy whipped around, both hands clutching the untied tie, as if he were still trying to fix it.

And, right before his eyes, stood Nate. At first, he felt confusion. Why was Nate here? Why did he call for him? And then it was replaced with complete fear. So, he did the one thing he did best. Beg for mercy and pray to God that the "if I can't see you, you can't see me" rule was true.

"I'm sorry!" he cried, clenching his eyes shut and shielding his face. "I'm not here!!"

... Sorry - what? That beautiful avatar of yours is simply way too distraction. ;A;

The young man had watched awkwardly on for a few moments as Happy struggled to fix his tie. It looked even stranger seeing the entire thing play out from behind, especially since the kid looked as if he'd tumble over at any moment. Oh, yeah, and the moaning / groaning sound effects didn't really help matters in the slightest. Nate almost wondered for a second if little Happy really did have a snake strangling his neck - or was he trying to be suicidal? No - ...? The auburn-haired boy really hadn't the slightest idea.

Nathaniel flinched and almost jumped back as Happy gave off his little squeal, the younger boy's surprise only catching him off as well. Yeah, smooth Nate... real smooth... He drew his hand back quickly. That wasn't the best idea. :D Thank you, Captain Obvious. "You're not?" He sputtered out awkwardly, watching as Hap curled up protectively. Alright, alright - Just take a chill pill everyone. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, regaining his composure and looking back down at the kid, shaking. He frowned. Honestly, what the hell did Melody even see in this guy? It was beyond him.

He put his hands up with his palms facing outwards, in a gesture that would try and say there was nothing threatening on him and that Happy really just needed to calm the fuck now. "You didn't do anything..." At that Nate had to grid his teeth a bit. "Not right now, anyways..." No, he wasn't here to commit first-degree murder - as tempting as that was - Really, he was only here because he knew how stubborn his ... ex was. He figured maybe if he could get in good with Happy - or at least learn to tolerate him (and know that Mel would be safe around him), maybe it'd really score some points - and then he could get her back? :D

Of course he didn't want to clear up an awkwardly unpleasant history or anything. Selfish reasons were rather selfish, but whatever. "I just - erm - wanted to talk with you is all..." Nate forced an uneasy smile. Someone just shoot him now. ;u;

The long pause made Happy wonder- just for a small moment -if he actually was invisible. He kept his eyes shut tight, still, as if blocking off Nate from existence. This was totally going to be his battle technique, and it was proving to be quite effective! :D And then Nate replied back, voice filled with confusion. It was working! Happy was such a genius. Happy hid behind his raised arms, stepping back a few small steps, careful not to make any noise.Maybe if he held his composure just a bit longer, Nate would just walk away, and wonder where he went. Maybe Happy had two powers! Invisibilty and shapeshifting. He gave a soft smile of amusement. Nate was soooo dumb. He was right in front of him, and he didn't even know. Pfft. ;u;

And then Nate began to continue speaking. Wait- what? How'd he know he was still there? Opening his eyes slowly, as if waking up, dazed, in a dream, he looked at Nate from the corner of his bright blue eyes. His arms lowered shakily, and he nervously fiddled with his scrambled tie, yanking awkwardly at each end, eyes trailing away from his face. If it was anything Happy hated, it was staring at someone square in the face. Especially with how unsocial the air was around them. "Um..." he began, mustering up the words to say. Though, he tried hard to watch what he said. Nate was like a ticking time bomb. If you clipped the wrong wire... BOOM. You're fucked. C: Narrowing his eyes at the ground, fingers curling around his tie, and foot pawing at the ground, Happy was really uncomfortable. But there must've been a reason Nate had come into the hallways to talk to him, trying to keep his cool.

He, what? Happy managed to lift his heavy face to look at him. Wanted to talk? Hah. Happy didn't buy that for a second, and the fake smile that crept across the young man's face was not convincing. "Um, okay," he murmured diffidently. Lowering his hands from his tie, they fell behind him, and locked together. Happy's fidgeting wasn't helping the situation in any way. "What did you, uhmm, want to talk about?" he asked, trying to ignore the trembling of his hands behind his back. This was Happy, slowly attempting to cut the wire.

Wait a minute - Nathaniel couldn't help but give the kid an even stranger look than before - did this kid seriously think that he could just hide behind his hands and completely disappear? He had thought before that it was more kind of an internal reaction. You know, like flinching or something, but there was something going on for a few moments where Happy seemed - oh, what was the word... - triumphant? That was just ... wow. He wasn't even sure if his sister would fall for that. And what was she? Five years old now, maybe? That's just real nice there, Happy...

He shook his head again gently, shaking those thoughts away. Alright, just - whatever. This guy was plain weird, he had figured that a long time ago, there was no point in just staring in surprise now. All that would do was make the situation entirely more awkward than it already was... Was that even possible at this point? Probably, not. But still.

And suuurreee. Why not? Talking was... good... he supposed. Okay, I'm just going to force him to be completely honest with you. He had absolutely no game plan with this idea what-so-ever. Talking was simply the first and most tolerable idea that really came to the front of his mind. Really, Nate was almost shocked and amazed that he had even made it this far. Seriously. Happy thought Nathan was a ticking time bomb? The young man was in awe that he hadn't turned into a rabbit yet - or run away screaming and crying bloody, fucking murder. The fact that Hap was actually answering him back was like some huge fucking accomplishment.

That's right, folks... He - gasp - was interacting with Happy. :D AND THEY WEREN'T AFTER EACH OTHER'S THROATS.
BY GOD. GIVE THIS MAN A MEDAL.
Or both of them... You know what I mean.

All that aside... Nathan let out a long and heavy sigh, diverting his gaze away once again and rubbing the back of his neck. There was a rather long pause between the two of them, as he simply tried to think of something decent to say; knowing he had to choose every word of his carefully now... It wasn't working out to well, and he swore under his breathe silently because of it. "Look." He said finally, flickering his golden gaze back over in Happy's direction. "I don't like you, and I'm sure as hell you don't like me - but ... I don't want to hate you or anything." Nate crossed his arms stubbornly and stared down at the younger boy. "So, ... maybe we could come to an agreement? Like a truce or something?" The words had come out as a mutter, though he was beginning to question this entire thing more and more. This was going to end badly. He felt it in his gut. He should've gone and hung out with Teegan or Desken but noo. Let's go and try and bargain with this little bastard~. /shot.

P.S. 503 words, Yo. |D beatthat. *snapsnapsnap*