NATE
Ah, the Leviathan. Nate had heard just enough of what happened in the Climb to be a touch smug about it, to snort quietly when he says ”Saw that coming.” under his breath. Though he hadn’t known the Sword had been part of that particular group. ”I had a much quieter time than you must have. Fuckin’ nerve wracking the entire time, but hey, I lived.” It was something, right?
The answer comes almost immediately, already waiting on the tip of his tongue. ”Something fire resistant. I love the heat,” A hand lifts to gesture around them, Torchline hot even in Leafchange, even with the sun waning, ”but it seems to not be the biggest fan of me.” It seemed more and more things weren’t, but at least no one could ever say he wasn’t lying in the bed he’d made. ”You think you could make it cool, too? I mean, no offense to you, but I’m just not a cape kind of guy.” Not that Nate was really even sure he’d ever seen Deimos in anything capelike, but the man just had a certain aura about him, just seemed like something he could pull off.
While he doesn’t have it on at this very moment (preferring a button up shirt, completely open, obviously) Nate’s hands still come up to pull at either side of a jacket, the necklaces around his neck clinking softly as he jostles himself. ”Maybe a leather number?”
The answer comes almost immediately, already waiting on the tip of his tongue. ”Something fire resistant. I love the heat,” A hand lifts to gesture around them, Torchline hot even in Leafchange, even with the sun waning, ”but it seems to not be the biggest fan of me.” It seemed more and more things weren’t, but at least no one could ever say he wasn’t lying in the bed he’d made. ”You think you could make it cool, too? I mean, no offense to you, but I’m just not a cape kind of guy.” Not that Nate was really even sure he’d ever seen Deimos in anything capelike, but the man just had a certain aura about him, just seemed like something he could pull off.
While he doesn’t have it on at this very moment (preferring a button up shirt, completely open, obviously) Nate’s hands still come up to pull at either side of a jacket, the necklaces around his neck clinking softly as he jostles himself. ”Maybe a leather number?”
It's a bitch convincing people to like you
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