[ Nate is facing the other direction, of course, when he hears it. Something faint but high-pitched and very distinct. At first he doesn't recognize the voice but the intonation, so deliberate in its delivery, so clearly familiar yet far away. No one on the rooftop, no one on the neighboring building, so when he turns fully toward the street again and sees the hat, it hits him square in the chest.
No one else he's ever known has so avidly called him dingus. ]
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No one else he's ever known has so avidly called him dingus. ]
...Taako?