you've got an appetite for destruction, i guess that makes you just like me
The absolute last thing Nate expects to run into inside the fog bank is another person, least of all a person who is going to scream in his face as they collide. But the only thing worse than a person screaming at him is that he absolutely recognizes the voice, the red hair that comes into view when he looks down. He can't quite help the way the corner of his mouth drags up in a sneer, despite the little bit Sunjata has told him of the other ascended's condition at the moment. It's easy to explain away as some kind of sympathy scam, easy to hold his anger close to his chest that way.
Though something that flimsy breaks apart the instant Sam actually speaks, stumbling and pathetic and immediately making Nate feel like an asshole, though that's not enough for him to shift his facial expression, or school in his tone when he speaks. "That's pretty obvious Sam." It's a low growl, the tone of it doing something to lure Pemota close to him again, like she's eager to see whatever it that has him so riled up.
And in her wake, a trio of small... something's, lizards of some kind maybe. Because calling them tiny dragons just seems to ridiculous. Whatever they are though, the fog seems to come from their maws, clouds trailing along behind starlight and the crackle of electricity. Nate sighs out a breath through his nose, relaxing as the starwhal's light bathed over him, absently wondering if it had the same effect on the other man as well. "What are uh, you doing? This far out, I mean." His voice is strangely stiff, like he isn't sure how to talk to the other man with compassion, afraid that it would be rejected regardless of his intentions.
Which, would be fair, but it would only piss him off in this instance. And he knows Sam more than likely doesn't have his fancy electric shield anymore.
Though something that flimsy breaks apart the instant Sam actually speaks, stumbling and pathetic and immediately making Nate feel like an asshole, though that's not enough for him to shift his facial expression, or school in his tone when he speaks. "That's pretty obvious Sam." It's a low growl, the tone of it doing something to lure Pemota close to him again, like she's eager to see whatever it that has him so riled up.
And in her wake, a trio of small... something's, lizards of some kind maybe. Because calling them tiny dragons just seems to ridiculous. Whatever they are though, the fog seems to come from their maws, clouds trailing along behind starlight and the crackle of electricity. Nate sighs out a breath through his nose, relaxing as the starwhal's light bathed over him, absently wondering if it had the same effect on the other man as well. "What are uh, you doing? This far out, I mean." His voice is strangely stiff, like he isn't sure how to talk to the other man with compassion, afraid that it would be rejected regardless of his intentions.
Which, would be fair, but it would only piss him off in this instance. And he knows Sam more than likely doesn't have his fancy electric shield anymore.
NATE
