[b][color=#009689]Nathaniel Nicholas Anderson IV[/color][/b]
Interacting with: Hollie Hollens -- [@Pirouette], William Alexander -- [@Sep]
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Nathaniel accepted the sneak attack kiss from Hollie, smiling at her as she pulled away. He was, admittedly, spacing out while staring at her. As he watched her walk away with more interest than he probably should have had, it was Hollie’s words that finally broke him from his trance. “Oh. You’re right.” Nathan said when Hollie suggested that he leave now to avoid any ‘problems’ with their lateness, and he definitely agreed. Once the door to the bathroom closed, Nathan sighed at the visual loss of Hollie, and slipped on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts before he disappeared out of the door. When he arrived to the dining room, he was delighted to note that he had missed the speech, and there was a very small chance that anyone of note had missed either Hollie or Nathan, so all was well.

The man took a seat near Ryan and Luke just in time to watch a pancake meet Darren’s face, causing Nathan to frown slightly. “Maybe I should have gotten up earlier…” He muttered, shrugging. When Hollie sat down beside him, he turned and kissed her cheek, then looked at the food in front of them. “Sorry, Hollie. There’s still food left, so I guess I won’t be taking you out to dinner.” He kissed her again, this time on her lips in apology before he loaded his plate full of the three most important parts of any breakfast: pancakes, hashbrown potatoes, and bacon. He bit down on a slice of the bacon, chomping it up and swallowing before he smiled at her lightly.

“I’m just kidding, lovely. I’ll take you out to dinner anyway. No worries,” he said, before turning his attention to face the rest of the group, addressing them officially for the first time since Hollie had arrived on the scene. It was a pretty common side effect of her being nearby; everybody else seemed to fade into the background. The man cleared his throat and smiled, “so, is everyone ready and excited for another long and fruitful year at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters?” He turned to look at little Will, and gave him a nod.

“Welcome to the class, officially. It’ll be fun, don’t worry about anything. And if you have any problems, like, problems created by syrup… just come to me first.” Nathan explained, gesturing at the pancakey, syrupy Darren before he turned his attention back to his own meal, crunching on another slice of the bacon.