Nathaniel let out an annoyed groan, pinching the skin between his eyes, the lines on his forehead deepening beneath long black locks. "Oh goodie..." he muttered, then looked down at the corpse with a hint of recollection in his eyes. He squatted, his jeans stretching tightly over his knee caps as he rummaged through an inner pocket of the man's jacket. After a second, he plucked a handful of little clear baggies and promptly shoved them back into his own jacket pocket. Aris blinked; what would anyone do with some baggies of white powder?<br/><br/>At the mention of being a flower in this desolate place, Aris shook her head. "No, I'm just a plain girl. I'm not special" She gave Ashton a small smile, though. Nathaniel let out a huff of amusement, though he didn't smile. He wasn't the smiling type. "I don't really give a damn about your sexual preferences, so if you don't mind, I'd prefer you keep yer yaps shut about this, or..." He drew a finger across his neck, face still emotionless. Aris blinked, then gave a slow nod of nervousness.<br/><br/>He turned on heel, and promptly started out. Before he turned the corner, he held up a finger. "Oh yeah. Unless you were drinking Freddy smoothie earlier, I suggest you wipe your face. You're scaring your girlfriend"