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”Oh, well.” Nate blinks owlishly, eyelid managing to flutter over his ruined eye in a somewhat gruesome gesture of surprise. ”Congratulations, your majesty.” It’s impossible to tell if he’s teasing or being srerious with the title, as things are probably better for that fact. ”I would uh, offer you a drink, but,” his head wobbles as he turns to glare at the bar, brows pulled together tightly, ”I don’t trust the spirits at the moment.”
They are an echo chamber of disappointment, sick animals afraid of everything they don’t understand. ”Eventually. Everything’s eventual.” One bright blue eye swivels, finds Wessex’s face in the dark and focuses on it, searching for an answer, for reassurance in the matriarchs face.
The subject change is appreciated, even if it is one of Nate’s least favourite subjects. ”I thought Loren was water?” He couldn’t be a cat and water at the same time, could he? ”I... stole it from him once.” No small amount of sheepishness accompanies the words, Nate shrinking down between his shoulders, fangs worrying his lip.
They are an echo chamber of disappointment, sick animals afraid of everything they don’t understand. ”Eventually. Everything’s eventual.” One bright blue eye swivels, finds Wessex’s face in the dark and focuses on it, searching for an answer, for reassurance in the matriarchs face.
The subject change is appreciated, even if it is one of Nate’s least favourite subjects. ”I thought Loren was water?” He couldn’t be a cat and water at the same time, could he? ”I... stole it from him once.” No small amount of sheepishness accompanies the words, Nate shrinking down between his shoulders, fangs worrying his lip.
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