- NATE -
don't you pray? don't you pray
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
It feels like his day has been filled with far too much, and it's still the early afternoon. Nate had spent the day running around, gathering items that should have been gathered weeks earlier, if he weren't in the throes of sickness. As it is, he's found twice as much as what the original deal had been, and he'd grovelled, something he had wanted to avoid. In the end though, he'd been successful, and returned to the Slagveld with a necklace proudly displayed on his chest, a cocky grin on his face.
Melita is not who he expects to find in the ring, but her presence is more than welcome, Nate immediately making a beeline for his niece and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Hey kiddo. It's good to see you." There's a part of him that knows he owes the girl a serious thanks, but he can;t bring himself to broach something so serious so casually.
"What, are you here looking for a fight?" He has to joke first, who would he be if he didn't? Nate's free hand rises, a slow, playful fist heading towards the shoulder closest to him.
Melita is not who he expects to find in the ring, but her presence is more than welcome, Nate immediately making a beeline for his niece and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Hey kiddo. It's good to see you." There's a part of him that knows he owes the girl a serious thanks, but he can;t bring himself to broach something so serious so casually.
"What, are you here looking for a fight?" He has to joke first, who would he be if he didn't? Nate's free hand rises, a slow, playful fist heading towards the shoulder closest to him.
got a man, don't need him, but you wait
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
