Chuck really wasn't one for practical jokes. Like, at all. Especially when they involved Dan Humphrey. First the dweeb wasn't answering his calls even when Chuck
knew he had no social life to speak of and now when he called his crappy Brooklyn hovel the only answer he got was from his stepfather.
"Rufus, seriously, this isn't funny," Chuck said. "If he's trying to avoid talking to me tell him it's a Serena problem that I don't have time to handle."
Which was a lie. Serena did have a problem and Chuck did have the time to fix it but he just plain didn't want to deal with it himself.
"Oh don't give me the 'I have no son' spiel. Personally I don't blame you because god knows
I'd pretend Dan didn't exist if he were my son, but this is important," Chuck asked. "...Are you
high? What are you putting in those waffles?"
Chuck hung up his phone without a goodbye and looked towards Nate's room, wondering if he had woken up yet. "Nathaniel! Call Dan!"
When there wasn't even a bleary response, Chuck walked over and knocked on the door loudly. "Nathaniel, rise and shine. I can't handle Serena's latest drama by myself. It's super boring."
"Seriously---" Chuck cut himself short when he opened Nate's door to find nobody in there. In fact there was nothing in there that belonged to Nate. It was like he had up and moved out in the middle of the night, leaving no trace of himself behind.
"...Nate?"
[Mostly establishy but it can be open for calls, texts. etc, sure]