nate:
The first thing Nate usually did whenever he went somewhere he had to sit was choose a seat the furthest away from wherever anyone else was sitting. But, as fate would have it, today, it was almost packed. Sighing, he wandered up to the free seat next to someone who looked somewhat tolerable. “This seat taken?” {@ardenfxkingpenrose}
Arden was sitting there, with his notepad and pen out, but no writing was happening. He was just tapping his foot against the floor and his pen against the paper. Things were a little stuck in his brain, which was frustrating, but he knew the words would come to him eventually. He heard the voice and he looked up. He gave an amicable smile before gesturing to the seat. "All yours, mate."













