- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
There's a turn at the chuckle, the motion of Sunjata's other hand coming up and pushing through his hair, a gesture Nate can't help but consider a sign of some kind of nerves, which doesn't quite make sense, not until the technicality comes up. And Nate wrinkles his nose. And shakes his head. "No, no that doesn't count. Someone else was there." It's an immediate dismissal, another technicality really, but if they were going to argue semantics then Nate was confident he could win. "I like being your first. Means I get to influence your taste."
It's nice to be able to pause and have a moment, and just let it be. No talking, no furtive glances around or feelings of guilt, just a breath to enjoy the company of the man beside him, and a moving on. "Yea, pirate treasure." The suggestion comes lie it's the most obvious, most likely result. It's the most exciting to think about, if nothing else. Nate shrugs at the mention of the relic though, the small hook of metal resting somewhere at home, taken out of a pocket and never picked up again. "I hope it'd be something more useful than that." It was clearly a point of irritation, judging by the curl of his lips, the way his brows pulled together for a moment, before he glanced at Sunjata again and smiled.
A dozen different possibilities run through Nate's mind as he watches the holes, the writhing within them. Some, boring, sensible, some trick of the water and light, some more outlandish, like some kind of undiscovered sea monster, or whatever it was that made the islands move. The mention of a new trick breaks his focus though, draws blue eyes to the attuned, to the snake the man becomes. The urge to reach out and run a finger along the sleek shape struck Nate suddenly, and he saw no reason to deny it, a finger reaching out as Sunjata slipped away from him. He crouches, watching the snake investigate, then recoil as a small black shape slips suddenly out of the hole.
Nate stands again immediately, closing the small distance between him and the holes, and leaned in to try to figure out what the shape was. "Oh shit! It's a turtle." This is something he does resist the urge to touch, though he's more than happy to start following the tiny creature along the beach, after reaching down to offer the snake a perch.
It's nice to be able to pause and have a moment, and just let it be. No talking, no furtive glances around or feelings of guilt, just a breath to enjoy the company of the man beside him, and a moving on. "Yea, pirate treasure." The suggestion comes lie it's the most obvious, most likely result. It's the most exciting to think about, if nothing else. Nate shrugs at the mention of the relic though, the small hook of metal resting somewhere at home, taken out of a pocket and never picked up again. "I hope it'd be something more useful than that." It was clearly a point of irritation, judging by the curl of his lips, the way his brows pulled together for a moment, before he glanced at Sunjata again and smiled.
A dozen different possibilities run through Nate's mind as he watches the holes, the writhing within them. Some, boring, sensible, some trick of the water and light, some more outlandish, like some kind of undiscovered sea monster, or whatever it was that made the islands move. The mention of a new trick breaks his focus though, draws blue eyes to the attuned, to the snake the man becomes. The urge to reach out and run a finger along the sleek shape struck Nate suddenly, and he saw no reason to deny it, a finger reaching out as Sunjata slipped away from him. He crouches, watching the snake investigate, then recoil as a small black shape slips suddenly out of the hole.
Nate stands again immediately, closing the small distance between him and the holes, and leaned in to try to figure out what the shape was. "Oh shit! It's a turtle." This is something he does resist the urge to touch, though he's more than happy to start following the tiny creature along the beach, after reaching down to offer the snake a perch.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
