just put down the bottle, don't listen to what you've consumed
If he were a little less perceptive, a little less worried about some kind of figurative or literal knife in his back, maybe Nate would have missed the look shared the older woman and Zeph. As it was though, he couldn’t really care too much. You want subtlety, you do the talking yourself, old man.
Now that he’s here though, he doesn’t really have a choice but to see it out, not until Zeph moves him along. As familiar as parts of it might be, this is not his world. And he knows better than to be rude, so he laughs along with the woman, nodding as he does.
”We could use a little more happiness in the house.” He agrees, leaning in closer, good eye facing towards her, and the wrapped up bowls. Eager to see the pretty pattern, along with whatever else the bowl might hold.
Now that he’s here though, he doesn’t really have a choice but to see it out, not until Zeph moves him along. As familiar as parts of it might be, this is not his world. And he knows better than to be rude, so he laughs along with the woman, nodding as he does.
”We could use a little more happiness in the house.” He agrees, leaning in closer, good eye facing towards her, and the wrapped up bowls. Eager to see the pretty pattern, along with whatever else the bowl might hold.
it's chaos, confusion, and wholly unworthy
of feeding and it's wholly untrue
NATE
