NATE
I feel a bubble in my organs and veins
In trouble, but ignoring the pain
In trouble, but ignoring the pain
It doesn’t matter that Zeph doesn’t care for his joke, or his smoke really. They’re both for Nate, a balm that he sorely needs as the conversation brushes against a particularly sore spot. "Sunjata's ex." Again, it's the simplest way to explain, but this time Nate can't just leave it there. "We had... a weird moment, I guess. And I think she expected things to end up different than they did." He wants to shrug, to make the situation less serious somehow, but it hasn't been resting quite long enough for that, some of it still gnawing at his nerves.
"Some kinda priest huh?" Nate slips out of his own boots with a practiced step, moving deeper into the house and leaning against the wall towards the kitchen, waiting for Zeph to rise again and follow him, not bothering with the offices. "What are we even supposed to do in the end of days? I still have to live somewhere." It seems like such a stupid argument, which somehow makes the drivel being spewed out worse.
Leading the way into the kitchen, Nate gestures to a seat, then a glass, asking Zeph a silent question while his lips purse then part. ”Was he getting anywhere?”
"Some kinda priest huh?" Nate slips out of his own boots with a practiced step, moving deeper into the house and leaning against the wall towards the kitchen, waiting for Zeph to rise again and follow him, not bothering with the offices. "What are we even supposed to do in the end of days? I still have to live somewhere." It seems like such a stupid argument, which somehow makes the drivel being spewed out worse.
Leading the way into the kitchen, Nate gestures to a seat, then a glass, asking Zeph a silent question while his lips purse then part. ”Was he getting anywhere?”
doubling my score in the game
Fuck you and your whores into fame
Fuck you and your whores into fame
