MissionImpossible [nash]

[MATTHEW REED]

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He knew he needed food. He’d probably been the first to figure that out. But he was procrastinating… not wanting to go out and spend his money. He’d waited until the last possible moment he could bare. He couldn’t find anything to eat. That was it. He’d just woken up and all he wanted was some food after ten minutes of looking he realized that it was time to cave. Nash had been on his ass about it lately. Matt ran around the small house until he saw Nash and stopped in the doorway, looking legitimately panicked and sounding groggy. ”There’s no food. This isn’t okay.” He was a little insane but food was his weakness and his messy hair and slept-in clothes wasn’t helping him look less psychotic. He walked further into the room, approaching the older guy as he yawned. ”I thought the kitchen was supposed to replenish itself once a week. What the hell?” He grabbed his car keys (because he was clearly capable of operating a vehicle) and a jacket and turned to Nash. ”I know, I know. You told me so. Just come with me, please?” Matt didn’t know what he was doing. He turned to walk out and walked into a wall, stepped backwards, and yawned again. ”Yanno what—I’ll be in your truck.” Nash was driving. Matt was determined to eat again before he died… and his death wouldn’t be caused by Nash’s driving.
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[NASH GRAYSON]

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Nash had seen it coming. He heard Matt fumbling around in the kitchen. And he knew there was no food because he had been awake for hours already and long since attempted to locate something edible. He'd told Matt to go shopping the other day, but the guy didn't listen to him, so Nash really wasn't feeling particular sympathetic when he came in looking like he'd just seen a dead body. "There's no food." "Really?" he asked, pretending to fake shock in the most sarcastic way possible. "I thought the kitchen was supposed to replenish itself once a week. What the hell?" "Maybe it's broken. You should check on the robot that's supposed to take your car and drive to the grocery store once a week. I think Emma decided to name him Matt." So then Matt acknowledged that Nash had been right and Nash decided to stop being so hard on him. "Just come with me, please?" "I'll be right there." Matt turned around and walked into a wall. Nash opened his mouth to say something about how Matt was not driving himself or Nash anywhere but the younger guy beat him to it. "Yanno what— I'll be in your truck." He nodded. It would definitely increase both their chances of surviving the trip.. and they needed all the help they could get. Nash watched him go (somehow managing not to walk into anything else) before going to get his jacket. He came out a few minutes later, opened the door, and handed Matt a paper cup full of coffee. "You're welcome." Nash was secretly a very nice person. Though for good measure as soon as they were moving he added "If you spill any of that in my car and I will kill you."


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[MATTHEW REED]

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Really? ”Yanno I’m getting the idea you already knew that.” And didn’t go out and get food. What the hell? Maybe it’s broken. Matt opened his mouth to agree but Nash started talking about how that was supposedly Matt’s job and then he stopped himself. I think Emma decided to name him Matt. In his own incoherent muttering, he responded, ”I’m thinking bad things about you and we’re not phased so you can’t hear them.” Nash told him he’d be there soon and so Matt turned to walk out. He had a little bit of a problem on the way out but he did make it and got to Nash’s truck without ending up with his face against the driveway. He was pretty proud of himself. I don’t know about anyone else but Matt was proud. As soon as he sat in the truck he put his head back and closed his eyes. Being awake wasn’t worth it when there wasn’t food. Shortly, though, he heard the door open and opened his eyes in response, taking the cup of coffee. You’re welcome. Matt held it up and drank more than half of it in one gulp. ”Thanks,” he muttered before downing the rest of it and throwing the cup out the window. If you spill any of that in my car I will kill you. ”Don’t worry about it.” He sat up and patted the steering wheel. ”Okay, let’s go… food. Go.”
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[NASH GRAYSON]

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"Yanno I'm getting the idea you already knew that." Well that was shocking. Usually Matt's sarcasm detector didn't work for a few more hours. Then again, Nash was being pretty obvious. "Em and I found out this morning. We went to the diner. We did try to ask if you wanted to come but you told us to get out of your room." He shrugged. They tried. Emma probably suggested something nice like bringing Matt back something but Nash obviously hadn't gone for that because Matt needed to learn the whole responsibility lesson sooner or later. It had worked, so, he felt pretty accomplished. "I'm thinking bad things about you and we're not phased so you can't hear them." "Then wouldn't telling me that defeat the purpose?" Yanno, unless he wanted then to be heard- which was fine by Nash, he really didn't care what Matt was calling him in his head while he wasn't even awake. Late he'd be like "remember when you were an asshole in the morning" and Matt would be like "morning what what morning when did this happen why was I awake"…. Wow I'm just godmodding everyone in this post. Anyway they were in the car and apparently the coffee thing wasn't going to be a problem because Matt just decided to inhale the cup and throw it out the window. For the record Nash had a problem with it being on the floor in the driveway too, but it was Matt's driveway so he could let that one go until later (today they were teaching Matt how to grocery shop, they could cover basic cleaning up after yourself next week). "Okay, lets go… food. Go." Nash rolled his eyes at the basic incoherentness and started the car, backing them onto the street. "How exactly did you survive before I showed up?" I mean seriously. Matt was Matt. He was incapable of doing anything for like sixteen hours a day. Emma had just learned to drive and got a job. And April certainly wasn't going to do anything that helped someone other than herself. It was a mystery Nash almost wasn't sure if he should eb concerned or impressed about.


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[MATTHEW REED]

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We did try to ask if you wanted to come but you told us to get out of your room. Goddammit. That sounded like him. ”And you didn’t return with boxes of food?” Yea, he was kidding, but his tone wasn’t doing a good job at indicating so because he was sleeping. Even so, it was ridiculous. Matt couldn’t be responsible for things he said between certain hours of the day. There were actually more hours of the day that he wasn’t responsible for his actions. He was only usually awake for about ten of them. Then wouldn’t telling me that defeat the purpose? Matt thought about that for a second. ”Yea…no… I don’t know. Stop talking so loud.” If Matt ever had a hangover he wouldn’t survive the night. For the record, Matt had all intentions of picking the cup up from the driveway after he purchased food. They had more important shit to worry about at the moment. How exactly did you survive before I showed up? ”I don’t remember. It’s a blur.” He smirked slightly, getting more awake as they moved. ”Dad always nagged me about eating like a healthy person and like only eating green vegetable shit so my addiction to good food is obviously his fault—not mine.” Obviously. Matt wasn’t to blame for this. He wasn’t just going to listen to what adults told him would be good for him.
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[NASH GRAYSON]

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"And you didn't return with boxes of food?" Nash smirked, knowing the guy was kidding but well, he wasn't the only one who knew how to be funny. "Emma wanted to. I told her you'd manage." Yup, blah blah Nash is an asshole. Someone needs to be the responsible person here and make decisions for people's own good and it obviously isn't going to be Matt. "Stop talking so loud." "It's nearly afternoon. Besides, I'm not talking loudly." He was talking in the same normal, composed, Nash voice that he always did. Though if there was ever a time to be loud, this was it. Had he not known so well, he definitely would have accused the guy of having been drinking. He'd like to think Matt was smart enough to know that. Then again.. had he been drunk at least he would have had a good excuse for walking into the wall. Luckily Matt started to wake up more as they actually drove and his coffee kicked in. Nash smirked as his response about not remembering— he wasn't surprised. "..so my addiction to food is obviously his fault not mine." Mhm, that was logical. "You know, maybe we should get some vegetables. It's not a bad idea." Again Nash smirked, drumming his fingers on the side of the wheel as they waited to turn into the parking lot. Have I mentioned that Matt was going to learn a lesson in this thread? Yeah, Nash was going to make sure of it.


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