( the thing is, for someone who lives in the up, nick spends an awful lot of time in the down. he has his reasons for his twitching anxiety around the cleaner streets of the up, but the primary issue now is how long the whole process takes. he's just finished work and the thought of dragging his feet through the elevator customs process makes him want to tear his hair out.
so he's vaguely considering finding a bar instead, or something along those lines, and he's wandering while he does it. he doesn't even realise he's wandered right along to the sub public apartments until he's stood outside of it. nick has every intentions of keeping up his momentum, but—
something makes him pause.
he squints a little at the figure walking out, because familiar faces happen to people all the time around here, but it's never happened to him before. it's older than it should be, but he lingers anyway, and suddenly everything feels very intense very quickly, because he feels familiar. nick knows that magic, he can't not. )
i'm literally just gonna do whatever i want
so he's vaguely considering finding a bar instead, or something along those lines, and he's wandering while he does it. he doesn't even realise he's wandered right along to the sub public apartments until he's stood outside of it. nick has every intentions of keeping up his momentum, but—
something makes him pause.
he squints a little at the figure walking out, because familiar faces happen to people all the time around here, but it's never happened to him before. it's older than it should be, but he lingers anyway, and suddenly everything feels very intense very quickly, because he feels familiar. nick knows that magic, he can't not. )
Tris?