A slow grin spreads across Nate's face as the tiny thing creeps out of the bushes, his eyes lighting up with the single-minded ferocity it attacks his false hand with. "[say]Look at you.[/say]" He murmurs softly, wiggling his fingers in a brief fight before letting his hand go limp, the prize sitting in his outstretched palm. "[say]Aren't you pretty, huh?[/say]"
Another hand crackles into being, grabbing another scrap of meat and holding it closer to him, trying to entice the thing towards arms that are flesh and blood instead of light and static. "[say]You gonna come over to me?[/say]" He croons, utterly focused on the little reptilian slip.
Another hand crackles into being, grabbing another scrap of meat and holding it closer to him, trying to entice the thing towards arms that are flesh and blood instead of light and static. "[say]You gonna come over to me?[/say]" He croons, utterly focused on the little reptilian slip.
