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[ WHAT DO YOU SEEK, WANDERER? (Hiya! Hope you have a great day and evening!) ]

“not a lot. i don’t consider myself, you know, a very high-maintenance mutant.” it was so nice when he had a witty remark on the tip of his tongue. maybe it’d prevent anything from happening.

"Damn, Don. You always bring me to the /nicest/ joints."

Miami Vice | Not Accepting!

“well, you know, i try. if i don’t, who will, you know? i mean...” at this point, don clammed up for a few moments, reassessing the area. yes, everything looked clear, clear as day, but that didn’t mean he was about to let his guard down.

( and he knew he had to stop talking for a few moments. he was getting to sound a bit ridiculous at this point. )

after a few moments of silence, he allowed his shoulders to relax as he turned back to nat. “...better an empty warehouse than a crowded bar or something, right? there’s bound to be dna samples here.”

"What do you seek, wanderer?"

“at this point? i wish i knew.” his pen tapped ( once, twice, thrice ) against the notepad, before he sighed. well, it was caught within a groan, too, but there was still an obvious sigh about it. couldn’t have one without the other, so it seemed.

when he finally glanced over at natalie, he set both the pen and the notepad on the table. “i’m going in circles at this point. there’s something missing, some function that i can’t crack, and it’s driving me up a wall.” another groan. “god, i want to go to whoever brought that soulmate gene and punch them.”