NATE
The day starts with all of them in such high spirits. And for Nate at least, that lasts a little bit. His plans come together, various tools and glassware set away neatly, in some exacting order that only he can really scrutinize. Really, he should know better, he should expect everything to blow up in his face, and it's always a thought lingering in the back of his head, worry about how this day is going to go wrong. Somehow, he didn't think it would be quite so literal.
The barrel catches him completely off guard, no warning save for a small whine that he can't quite place until it's too late. His reaction is utterly undignified, utterly panicked, a handful of colourful, heavy swears leaving him, understandable and not, lyrical curses learned from his grandparents and rougher, angrier ones form Sunjata, while he throws himself against the opposite wall, desperate hands patting at his face to stifle the flames, the heat that he knows has to be there. Except, there isn't much, just a too smooth patch above his eye and the prickly sensation of an almost burn. He's embarrassed enough that he's silent the rest of the day, leaving with only a rough word thrown Ray's direction.
Nate's still burdened by breakfast the next day, coffee and slices of some sweet loaf cake provided. His face is clean, though it's nearly impossible to tell with the large, darkly tinted glasses on his face, hiding away his eyes, most of his missing eyebrow. At least he's in a better mood, a grin on his face as he steps into the shop proper. "I'll handle the shelves today." He says, grabbing some tools to go and repair the broken shelf. Restocking it should be easy, once he's got the carpentry out of the way.
Nate decides to fix and restock the broken shelf!
The barrel catches him completely off guard, no warning save for a small whine that he can't quite place until it's too late. His reaction is utterly undignified, utterly panicked, a handful of colourful, heavy swears leaving him, understandable and not, lyrical curses learned from his grandparents and rougher, angrier ones form Sunjata, while he throws himself against the opposite wall, desperate hands patting at his face to stifle the flames, the heat that he knows has to be there. Except, there isn't much, just a too smooth patch above his eye and the prickly sensation of an almost burn. He's embarrassed enough that he's silent the rest of the day, leaving with only a rough word thrown Ray's direction.
Nate's still burdened by breakfast the next day, coffee and slices of some sweet loaf cake provided. His face is clean, though it's nearly impossible to tell with the large, darkly tinted glasses on his face, hiding away his eyes, most of his missing eyebrow. At least he's in a better mood, a grin on his face as he steps into the shop proper. "I'll handle the shelves today." He says, grabbing some tools to go and repair the broken shelf. Restocking it should be easy, once he's got the carpentry out of the way.
Nate decides to fix and restock the broken shelf!
I love to see the sunIn spite of all it's done
