Nat sighed in relief and joy as for once, he was sure that the other person some semblance of interest towards him. Otherwise, why would she want to go with him, right? While not thinking of anything romantic, or even anything close to that aspect of reality, he would very much enjoy company for once and he could tell that it was going to be a happy night. Though he was hiding his own nervousness within the confines of his own mind for he had never had guests over before. He knew of basic courtesies to show to guests but Nathaniel being Nathaniel, he wanted to prepare something special, or at the very least, specific in order to make the moment memorable. After all, he did have a bit of interest that might not rival or come anywhere near to how he felt about Trinity, could still fall in the same category and to make matters worse, his mental disposition is that of the feeling of being confident and unstoppable. Clearly his being drunk has yet to die down."Alright, great! I'll just go get my stuff and we can head out."
he said happily as he slowly made his way over to the back of the stage once more and quickly grabbed all of his stuff. It was the fastest he has moved in his perspective. Being able to grab and carry his bag and sword all with one sweeping motion was something he never thought he could do. Lifting her up her seat by her hand. Nat never knew such comfort with walking before he met Eliza.
The night had grown quieter as compared to its beginning when the town was roaring with cheers. Now there's just the sweet gentle breeze of the wind and the lit path towards home. Nat had walked the same path several times and yet this moment felt different. And he wasn't talking about him being tipsy on his way home either. No, he's done that a couple of times and he was actually faring better with his stance and walking compared to when he was walking home drunk alone.
Nat had quickly concluded that this newfound "capability" was just because Eliza was with him though he also thought that it was he was simply feeling happy and great, which was mostly part because of Eliza being with him. In any case, he was enjoying it, and the conversation they were having as they walked. She was apparently a teacher and he was moved by the passion he saw in her as she relayed the story of her profession. That despite it being hectic, she was still happy about it. "I admire teachers. With the work they put in, they might as well be mages. The want to be one is all it takes to become a mage.
he replied to her with a smile after. Nearing Nat's place, he had been grasping some of the light posts for some balance and steadiness. He was even smiling at Eliza whenever he would, trying to look fine and not weak and drunk out of his ass .He'd rather not lean in on Eliza because he doesn't know if she'll like it or not. He may be dumb in matters of the heart but he is sure that he's not in that level with Eliza yet for him to lean on her.
Hoping to keep the good conversation going, Nat further asked "What inspired you to be a teacher?"
They were already near the front door of his place so he was patting himself, looking for the keys. By the time they reached the door, he had already found them, but Nat hear something. And perhaps that it was because he was drunk that he wanted to check it out more than he normally would, despite having the initial idea that it was probably the same thing: vandalizing vagrants that he's been warning off for weeks now. He turned to Eliza and said "Oh! Almost forgot, I keep them hidden on the side of the house, wait here, I'll go get them."
At the side of the house, the vagrants were indeed vandalizing again, despite initial warnings and local laws prohibiting such acts, especially since they were painting on some very vulgar and racists symbols. Nat crept close, sneakily making his way behind one of them while they continued with their vandalism snickering. He drew his blade slowly and when it was fully drawn, he immediately pushed it through one of the three people's chest, he even covered his mouth so as to be consistent with keeping it quiet. The other two were immediately shocked and turned around to look at Nat with eyes that were filled of fear for one's own well-being. Nat shushed them both and spoke to them softly. "You've been warned numerous times. And I already told you this is what'll happen if you don't change your ways hic."
Naturally, the ran for their lives, but Nat quickly took his weapon out from one of the bodies and threw it at one of them. One of them tripped over some trash and fell to the ground, giving him a front row seat in witnessing his friend get his head get chopped off. The last one just lied there in fear. Nat slowly approached him and looked down on the naughty man. But alas, after months practicing restraint, he simply lifted him up by the neck and told him to report the killing, said it was he who did it and turn yourself in as he is getting the life sentence from Nat right now. He also warned that if he didn't do what he says, he'll know and then he'll find him, and kill him.
The man ran away quickly and quietly, while Nat quickly returned to the front door and smiled at Eliza saying that he has found them. After he had opened the door, Nat's nervousness only increased. What will he do now? He had to think about it carefully and just offered her a seat at the living room in front of the television. "I'll go get us something to eat."
he said, though not as confident sounding as he's been earlier. In fact, he rushed to kitchen right away after saying it. It seems his drunkenness is starting to die down and he just placed his hands against the counter and breathed deeply, constantly repeating 'Keep Calm' to himself while reaching out for a pack of popcorn to put in the microwave. The beeping would be heard on the first floor as he was typing in the microwave's duration. Afterwards, he just stood there, slowly becoming unsure again of what to do next. It was probably because of the high from 'dispensing justice' that's he's going down that left him speechless and only able to say "Well, at least there's no awkward silence."
as he stared at the loud whirring microwave to finish making the popcorn.