[ matt finds himself laughing again and holds up his hands ] Yeah well you got me there. Not that it's really a job right now. Though maybe some day, right? Right now it's more an over invested hobby.
[ theres another laugh and he shakes his head ] Oh no I'm good. I'd knock your fucking socks off believe me.
[ there might be some things he's modest about but not this. This he knows to believe in himself about. He's had to, nobody else would. Shifting again he rubs his hand against his jeans and then offers it out towards him to shake. ]
Matt. Guessing you know that, but we never did have a proper introduction
[Talking to Matt about the shit stuff his dad has done, the way they don't really support his choices for schooling- Well, it makes him sort of guess that the job at the bar isn't just for the hell of it.]
My treat. You can get the next one.
[And without waiting for him to argue, he'll just start calling to place the order.]
[ Matt would still argue, but really he can't afford it so he'll just suck it up. ]
Thanks man. So you said you're an only child? Must have been quiet. I've got three sisters back home. [ why he seems so eager to get to know him he doesn't really question. They're going to be sharing a space after all ]
Yeah, just me. My parents waited to have kids. Did some traveling, chased their dreams a bit. Probably why they're as alright with me doing this as they are. Mum's always pushed me to go after the art stuff. Never wanted me to regret not going for it, yknow?
It's one of those things where it could almost be nice if that's the sort of thing you were into. But I'm guessing even as a kid, you weren't trying to run to work with him.
Nah I was more the climbing trees and scraping knees type. That and practising whenever I could. Copying theme tunes off tv, that sort of thing. I do a fucking great version of Coronation Street let me tell you.
Hell would fucking freeze over first, Nate. All me. Not like some of the guys here little fucking Mozarts. And you know I thought you had a stick up your arse these guys have a rod of solid gold.
Oh I'm assuming nothing, Nate [ Sorry what was that about the name? ]
They made it abundantly clear. But you lot, you arty types, you're a better bunch. And the theatre students, I mean flair for the dramatics but some good guys. How's Luce doing?
She's fine. Busy with projects. Haven't seen her all week, actually. Should let her know about this. She'd have a laugh at the idea of us living together.
Jeffrey? Well that's a name and a half. I mean it's almost Nathaniel. [ He smirks, teasing him, but it's also not far off tugging the pigtails of the cute girl in the playground when you're a kid sort of attitude. ]
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[ theres another laugh and he shakes his head ] Oh no I'm good. I'd knock your fucking socks off believe me.
[ there might be some things he's modest about but not this. This he knows to believe in himself about. He's had to, nobody else would. Shifting again he rubs his hand against his jeans and then offers it out towards him to shake. ]
Matt. Guessing you know that, but we never did have a proper introduction
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Nathan. [Well, at least this Nathaniel business is over with.]
D'you want to get a pizza or something? I feel like this get to know you bullshit will go over easier with some crap food at the ready.
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Matt can't really afford pizza, so he hesitates just for a second before pushing that aside ]
Yeah why the fuck not. Alejandro's? Their jalapeño spice is epic.
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My treat. You can get the next one.
[And without waiting for him to argue, he'll just start calling to place the order.]
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Thanks man. So you said you're an only child? Must have been quiet. I've got three sisters back home. [ why he seems so eager to get to know him he doesn't really question. They're going to be sharing a space after all ]
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anything he can imagine ]
I think my da would be happier if he never saw a piano ever again. He had the sign changed on his garage. Byrne and son. Did it when I was eight.
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You should stop assuming that, though. Just because they treat stuff different than you do doesn't mean they're uptight.
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They made it abundantly clear. But you lot, you arty types, you're a better bunch. And the theatre students, I mean flair for the dramatics but some good guys. How's Luce doing?
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She's fine. Busy with projects. Haven't seen her all week, actually. Should let her know about this. She'd have a laugh at the idea of us living together.
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Yeah, sort of. It's not serious, but could be? One of those in between things. Name's Jeffrey.
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Well no, happy for you, man. Does he go here?
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Well good for you, man. You do your footballer. Good on ya.
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Thanks. He's a good guy. Sort of dim, but he means well.
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Figure I'm here to have a good time and find myself. Can't hurt to enjoy myself while I have the chance.
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