i don't know where home is, but i suppose it's anywhere i go that's any good at all
"Something like that, yea." Nate hums, brows pulling together in scowl as the ring dissipated into nothing against his face, the last few coiling remnants chased away by a short huff through his nose. "A few others did. Mostly the ones who fucked something up. If it wasn't their own mistake that got em, it always looked like it was. Me and Bart didn't fuck many things up." It's a little braggy, said with a bright grin. "When we were little, and just starting to do stuff, we were more scared of my dad than cops. And when we were older, we were good at what we did, so... why stop, right? We started making our own connections at that point though, and that's what got us caught the first time."
Rolling his shoulders, Nate shifts again, pulling Sunjata up closer, more on top of him again, more out of the crevasse between his body and the couch. "When I got arrested the first time, my Grandma drove out, cried to the judge or whoever that I was a good boy, getting led astray, and I ended up getting community service instead of something more." He laughs a little there, for the first time sounding a little sheepish. "She almost killed me on the drive home. And she had someone come and watch me whenever I did my hours, just to make sure I was actually working."
Rolling his shoulders, Nate shifts again, pulling Sunjata up closer, more on top of him again, more out of the crevasse between his body and the couch. "When I got arrested the first time, my Grandma drove out, cried to the judge or whoever that I was a good boy, getting led astray, and I ended up getting community service instead of something more." He laughs a little there, for the first time sounding a little sheepish. "She almost killed me on the drive home. And she had someone come and watch me whenever I did my hours, just to make sure I was actually working."
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