- NATE -
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
The cough, the knock, regardless of what their intentions may have been, only drew Nate's eye up towards the door, his hands still very much on Sunjata, resting on his shoulder and hip. All Nate had been trying to do was eke some measure of fun out of the tense situation they'd walked into, and instead he'd found a simple, satisfying measure of revenge.
Sam wouldn't even look at them now, so Nate aimed his smug look at Zeph instead. "We'll be done in no time." He promised, finally stepping away from his fiance and moving the paint buckets off the drop cloth, sealing anything with paint still in it, and setting everything else to the side to be thrown out. Nate was a fast worker regardless, this kind of mostly mindless labour all but second nature to him, but there was an extra spring in his step, a desire to be done with this and somewhere, anywhere else spurring him on.
Sam wouldn't even look at them now, so Nate aimed his smug look at Zeph instead. "We'll be done in no time." He promised, finally stepping away from his fiance and moving the paint buckets off the drop cloth, sealing anything with paint still in it, and setting everything else to the side to be thrown out. Nate was a fast worker regardless, this kind of mostly mindless labour all but second nature to him, but there was an extra spring in his step, a desire to be done with this and somewhere, anywhere else spurring him on.
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Can you get up off your knees?
