nothing heals old wounds like opening fresh ones
It was stupid to be out in the daylight, but Nate was getting cabin fever sitting in the bar. Well, something like cabin fever. It was infuriating, being surrounded by anything he could ever want to drink, and knowing it was useless. So he’d taken a page out of Wessex’s book, and had a thick black cloak covering most of him.
At first he was just wandering, looking for something interesting, when he caught sight of what just might be the ticket. A woman, one he dimly recognizes, maybe standing in the road with a bucket and a toolbox. It could be fun to just sit back and watch her do... whatever it was she had planned, but he liked to be more involved than that.
”Are you fixing the road or soemthing?” The question was dry, but the grin on Nate’s face was fresh. He had been near silent, creeping up behind with the specific goal of making her jump.
At first he was just wandering, looking for something interesting, when he caught sight of what just might be the ticket. A woman, one he dimly recognizes, maybe standing in the road with a bucket and a toolbox. It could be fun to just sit back and watch her do... whatever it was she had planned, but he liked to be more involved than that.
”Are you fixing the road or soemthing?” The question was dry, but the grin on Nate’s face was fresh. He had been near silent, creeping up behind with the specific goal of making her jump.
NATE
