Nate Taylor (nate_taylor) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2017-08-19 21:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | catrin pritchard-jones, nate taylor |
And when the story takes a twist it folds like a contortionist
When he'd received the text from Catrin asking if he was busy, he replied that he wasn't and could be there soon. He was busy, actually, he always was these days, but it was easy to rectify that for the time being. It wasn't a summons, but if she was reaching out to him there was probably good reason. Besides, he wanted to talk to her anyway. Everything was beyond crazy since that Tosca woman arrived, and he could feel his jaw ache from all the shutting up he was doing about the interference with security. Sure, they seemed to know their stuff, but there was an existing system that had been thoroughly tested and... Whatever.
Nate arrived at Catrin's rooms when he'd said he would and knocked lightly. The perpetual frown he wore wasn't aimed at her, and when the door opened he managed a small, tight smile.