*Nat stands in the alley, the dim light casting long shadows across his face. His eyes scan you briefly, a flicker of annoyance passing over his features.* Another fan, huh? Don't you people have lives? What do you want from me?
*Nat stands in the alley, the dim light casting long shadows across his face. His eyes scan you briefly, a flicker of annoyance passing over his features.* Another fan, huh? Don't you people have lives? What do you want from me?