Even when I look away, I’m still looking. He is inside his body, and I am inside my body, and it matters less and less
All his gusto and good intentions, and things had still managed to blow up in Nate's face. Bats and pests and old, mouldering furniture are all (quietly) huffed at. At least he hasn't really disturbed anything, and has a chance to turn back around, and reassess his needs. It was no problem, he was happy to help, after all. Then, because his luck had completely abandoned him, someone else disturbed the bats. They swarm, and Nate goes very still, hoping to not add to their panic any more than necessary. Not until he had a real plan.
At least it wasn't a plan he had to formulate alone. Sunjata joins him in the room, herding the bats towards the window. "How did you not notice this earlier?" Nate complains, the words cutting off and starting again whenever a wing gets too close to his mouth. He slowly tries to lift his own arms, half reaching for the attuned, and half trying to convince the bats to move away from him, towards the window preferably.
Regardless of whether they stop swarming him or not, Nate stares at the other man, defeat in his posture. "This room sucks already."
Nate tries to shoo the bats out the window and whines a lot.
At least it wasn't a plan he had to formulate alone. Sunjata joins him in the room, herding the bats towards the window. "How did you not notice this earlier?" Nate complains, the words cutting off and starting again whenever a wing gets too close to his mouth. He slowly tries to lift his own arms, half reaching for the attuned, and half trying to convince the bats to move away from him, towards the window preferably.
Regardless of whether they stop swarming him or not, Nate stares at the other man, defeat in his posture. "This room sucks already."
Nate tries to shoo the bats out the window and whines a lot.
NATE
