designedtoparty: (don't worry about me... I'll just die...)
[Nathan is curled up in bed, so his voice is slightly muffled by his covers.]

Okay, so is anyone else getting any more of those pains that were going on before we managed to get rid of those harpies? Or am I the lucky winner here? [He says 'we'. In reality he didn't do anything to help.]

Fuck. I think this actually feels worse than getting impaled to begin with.

[A pause and some creaking as Nathan shifts on his mattress.]

I think there's still bird shit in my bed. Those bastards better not have given me bird flu, or something.
designedtoparty: (you should see the looks on your faces)


[The feed switches to audio after that, Nathan's sarcastic tone cutting in almost immediately.]


Well, that was touching. Almost like having the good old days back, when Barry would creep around after me filming everything.  I mean, this obviously looks like a much steadier hand, but that whole stalker-vibe's still there.

Really, though.  Nostalgia makes you feel a whole lot fuzzier when you don't come from a total shit heap.  Sorry, City, but try again.  5/10.

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