"Three days is not what I meant but okay." He smiled slightly. Tilting his head at her frustration. "Stitches doesn't mean you can't do aaanything. Could go for a walk- not a hike. Walk. Around the mountain." He put his hands on his knees and leaned forward slightly, stiff from sleeping how he had. "Could play concentration?" He'd have elbowed her but she was too far away.

"Then what did you mean?" Tempe asked, pouting at him in a generally childish way. "Yes, because walking around a mountain with stitches is something doctors reccomend." She said flatly. "Can I fly?" She perked up with the question, wincing at the sudden movement and settling back down. She watched him and a little smile lit up her face at the suggestion. "Okay, but I'm obviously not coming over there."

"I'm not gonna elaborate." He glared at her, a slight smile perking his face. "I mean walking. Along side the road. Not straight up the dang thing." He gave her a look. "Flying is probably a worse idea than walking." He crossed his arms, his expression reading that it should be common knowledge she shouldn't be doing anything other than resting til the stitches came out. He stood up and sat down on her bed, smiling.

should probably skip to somewhere because Iiii don't know how to play concentration and new scene hehe))

Tempe being an absolute child while shes injured is everything ti me

Mmmmk you wanna skip to Nate going to visit his dads old friend and helping him or whatever?

Also; idea- the friend of his Dads is also his fiance's dad, so hes like "uhm who dis lady?"

If that made any sense at all

Ladybug pulled into a well kept gravel driveway, which swerved a little up to the house- which kinda had a bit of a junkyard- mostly metal and a few old old cars- to the left and trees to the right. The grass was more meadow than lawn. The house was raggedy looking, it had old looking brown half-OSB-half-siding walls and dark brown shingles, a little porch with some stairs. Kansas hadn't been too long of drive but hebwas still tired. He turned the car off as a stockier older man came out, wearing a baseball cap, tan vest, jeans and some boots. Short ish Raggedy beard. Mostly light grey hair. Grandpa bod. He came out with a slight smile, which would mean less to anyone other than Nate. Who stepped out without grabbing anything to greet him. RJ "There you are boy! Where you been?" He had a bit of a southern drawl. Out for a handshake, ending up in a hug. "Hunting, trying not to break the law. The ushe." He was barely smaller than Nate- height wise. Nate turned back to the car. "And my parasite," he said in an endearing tone. He pattted Russ' shoulder and walked off. "Do you need anything?" He came up to Tempe.

Tempe had napped most of the ride, curled up as much as she could be without straining the stitches. She picked her head up when they pulled into a driveway, glancing at Nate and then the house. "Nice place." She muttered vaguely, rubbing her eyes and giving a slight yawn. She smiled as they parked and a country-grandpa looking man came out. She decided immiediately that she wanted to be his friend, slowly making her way out of the car. She huffed at him for the name, rolling her eyes. "Excuse you, I believe you mean beloved golden retriever?" She asked sarcastically, leaning on the car for a moment to get her bearings. Walking was still a bit hard. She looked up at him as he walked over, giving a shrug. "Less stitches would be nice, but that's wishful thinking." She glanced over to the older man, giving a friendly wave. "Hi! I'm Temperance, a friend of Nate's." She introduced herself lightly, venturing closer for a handshake, her hand outstretched. "You can call me Tempe, if you like." She nodded.

Nate smiled at her, voiding the concerned expression that was trying to creep up but he didn't think she would appreciate it, nor did he really want Russ to see it. He gave her a disapproving look. "You want out of bed soon you leave them be." He held the door with his right hand as she moved off. He glanced back at them, it might be better to not disturb their interaction, so he swung around and reached into the backseat, grabbing their bags.

Russ came closer, looking down at her. He took her hand, his was rough, a bit bigger. RJ "Russ." He seemed a little hesitant, she reminded him of someone in particular. But he was trying to figure out how to approach. RJ "agh. where are my manners." He murmured, scratching the back of his head. RJ "Come in." He gestured to the door, also offering to take Nate's bags, Nate handed him the one in his hand and touched Tempe's arm before he lifted it up over his shoulders. He doubted she would do very well at stairs with how she was moving. Russ made it up the stairs first and opened the door for them.

"You sound like my mother." Tempe quipped sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him. She glanced back and watched him take out the bags with a slight frown. She wanted to help, and not helping made her feel useless- but she physically couldn't. She glanced back at Russ and brought her smile forward again, shaking his hand somewhat firmly. "It's nice to meet you, Russ." She nodded, offering him another smile as they were invited inside. She blinked at Nate and let him take her arm, pulling him closer and tightening her grip on him as they made their way toward the stairs. She hesitated at the first one, giving Nate a glance before she attempted them.

Nate smled at the two slightly, Russ was keeping it together pretty good. He had no intention of bringing it up, but the gruff man had most certainly noticed what he was expecting him to. Russ nodded as she spoke again, he felt a little better since they sounded different. But seeing the two of them together was a little shock. It'd been touch and go really since she had died, more so since his father. Russ was a little bit more into introverism, especially with grief than Nate was. But they both understood. Every so often they'd hunt together, kept them close. Nate looked down at her as she slowed down. He squinted slightly, without giving her much choice over it, he bent down a little and- as smoothly as he could, swept her off her feet. He gave her a moment before he started up the stairs and into the house. It had a warm brown, red and green color scheme, loads of books, so many books. There was a second story but that was mostly the only bedroom, and a hidden basement. Somewhere. He turned into the wide living-dining-kitchen which had a couch, desk and chair in it, the kitchen had a table with a few chairs but that was it for furniture. There were more bookshelves, an end table or two, carpet matching the color scheme. He gently put Tempe down on the couch. He took the back off his shoulder and turned to Russ and he put his bag down against the couch. "When was the last time you had a party, man? Like a library in here." It always had been. RJ "Oh hush, you come crawling up for information like a wounded crawfish." He crossed his arms and leaned up against the doorway from the hallway after putting the bag Nate had left with him.

Tempe gave a slight yelp of surprise when he picked her up, and it turned into a slight giggle as he carried her up the stairs. She curled her arms around him somewhat loosely, trusting that he wouldn't drop her. She looked eagerly around at the layout, her eyes searching the place in silence as she got carried through the house. She readjusted herself on the couch when he put her down, grinning up at him. "Thanks for the taxi service." She teased, glancing around at the conversation. She chuckled, looking around and attempting to memorize the house. She had no idea that this particular man was Nate's almost father-in-law, she figured it must have been some other old friend.