Taraga's a little early, too. Not quite as early as Nathaniel. Nathaniel's already out of his car waiting near the entrance when Taraga pulls up on his bike. If not for the mention of his motorcycle earlier, Nathaniel would have no real way of knowing it might be Taraga since the visor of his helmet is tinted black. But once he takes it off, here he is in all his mullet'd glory.

He's dressed pretty conservatively (by his standards) in black trousers and a long-sleeved black turtleneck with a grey button down, opened and tucked in. All his jewelry is silver, a few chain style necklaces of varying lengths and thickness, and a couple rings on each hand. Nathaniel should count himself lucky Taraga bothered to scrub the paint stains off his fingertips before coming out to meet him. He wouldn't do that for just anyone.

He's short. But he's got that tall guy energy as he strides toward Nathaniel, all broad smiles and eagerness. He's clearly the sort of person who likes to stand out, be it in his fashion choices or the way he struts.

"You actually came!"