Well, since he got nothing better to do until Monday he thought he should text Nate. Perhaps a spring-related adventure will do them some good so paced back and forth in his hotel suite number twenty-six. Thumb sliding from one number to the other with a napkin spreading on the bedside table. While it wasn't completely Spring, it was close by. Spring adventures can just be as fun as Winter, Summer, and fall ones. He was seasonal so found fun depending what season it was. Texting was the way to go since he did mention he's got other calls cause of his business.
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Hey there Nathaniel. I am not doing anything so I was thinking. How about you and I do some Spring Blast Adventures. Let me know what you want to do.
Nate had a rough time of it lately, between his personal life falling apart and his need for a home nearly in shambles. He had gone apartment hunting in the Garden District, but had found nothing suitable just yet. He was on edge, so he went to the shooting range to use his Glock semi-automatic. Feeling considerably better as he locked in on the last target, his Motorola Cliq buzzed in his pocket, briefly. It wasn't a call, but a text.
He emptied the magazine of his pistol, and placed the safety on before placing it back in the holster. Once he was outside in the daylight, could he read the screen of his cell phone. The message was from the wereleopard Owen, who wanted to hang out with him of all things. Nathaniel wasn't sure his mood had improved since the meeting with Geller and Silent, or his meeting with Caspian since the night he asked the weretiger to leave his hotel room, but he sure could use some company.
What the heck? A little fun couldn't hurt. So Nathaniel texted the youngun back. "Whats up with u Owen? I've been working way tooo hard this week. I'm tired but not too tired to hang out with you." It took a few more moments to manage the tiny QWERTY keyboard the Cliq had on board, to send another message. "Why don't we go gator hopping? That's loads of fun." He wondered if the stiff doctor would fall for such a ruse, then Nathaniel realized Owen just might. "Fishing, I'll bring the tackle and you bring the beer." 7AM Garden District Bed and Breakfast 2418 Magazine Street. Meet u there."
Gater hopping? Hahaha! He's actually wrestled one before seriously, really! Not that he'll explain how his arm almost came loose in a gator's maw. His arm was still there and not torn from the limb. Worse yet, he'll be plastered on papers and tv about how some kid was living with one arm and probably had one of those prostatics for support. His text went off when he came back from taking a very, very long shower to calm his never and his cat's for the most part. Sitting too long made him a little..ballistic, wanted to do something. He had came back just in time to read it, thinking how he may swoon him to go ostrich riding if there were ostriches then yeah, why not? Too bad not sure he can find ostriches hanging around here of all places unless at the New Orleans Zoo! The owner may not like them stealing some flightless birds so thought fishing sounded better than nothing.
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Should try deep sea diving. Thing is it's very dangerous for inexperienced divers. -take that he joked- But sure, I'll make sure you catch old boots and pots -amusement there, he was definitely going to bring the beer and whatever he said to bring, he'll buy some bait from a bait shop while he is at it.
The wolf's lips quirked at the message he received via text. Deep sea diving? Nathaniel doubted Owen had a clue of what he was talking about. After all, who was from a seaside town? Definitely not Owen. So he texted back, grin on his tanned face.
"Leave the deep sea diving 2 an experienced expert like myself." he laughed as he posted the next line. "I'll have you know I can and will catch a fish, not boots or old tires. I know just the spot. Trust me. See you tomorrow"
Then Nathaniel tucked his phone away in his pocket. It remained to be seen exactly what Dr. Owen Connors would show up with at the fishing hole. Maybe a stethoscope and some ace bandages? The blonde haired man laughed at the thought.
