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The book of love is long and boring
Sam had taken to setting off on a lot of nighttime walks, routes carefully selected to avoid any major areas of traffic where suspicious types might be lurking; his invisibility had given him a kind of confidence that had been swiftly stripped away and he felt himself instinctively ducking away from people in the street now as they approached, wanting to avoid anyone that could cause him the slightest potential harm.
Which is why when sudden fog rolled in, he was very nervous indeed. Without being able to see who or what was coming he was totally open to any kind of attack or mugging; maybe even revenge from the Ascended for turning his back on them. Stepping forward blindly and with great fear in the fog, it was no real surprise that when he bumped into a person he screamed, jumping back and trying to scramble away: when he saw it was Nate he stopped yelling, though his mood didn't exactly improve, embarrassment now firmly settling in his chest.
"Um...I d-didn't see you." He said redundantly, as if it wasn't plainly obvious.
Which is why when sudden fog rolled in, he was very nervous indeed. Without being able to see who or what was coming he was totally open to any kind of attack or mugging; maybe even revenge from the Ascended for turning his back on them. Stepping forward blindly and with great fear in the fog, it was no real surprise that when he bumped into a person he screamed, jumping back and trying to scramble away: when he saw it was Nate he stopped yelling, though his mood didn't exactly improve, embarrassment now firmly settling in his chest.
"Um...I d-didn't see you." He said redundantly, as if it wasn't plainly obvious.
No one can lift the damn thing
