NATE
The sun has only barely started to creep down past the horizon, not that it’s even possible to tell through the heavy clouds, when Nate decides he’s in the mood to do something.
Of course, that means that he has to disentangle himself from the comfortable pile of limbs and wings and fur that he, Sunjata, Haai, and the kittens have made, a feat far easier said than done. Somehow, he manages, Pemota drifting down from a hammock to hover around his shoulders, as if questioning and encouraging the hubbub.
He has to make this worthwhile somehow, now that he’s disturbed them all so much, so it’s with a bright grin that he puts his hands on his hips and looks down at his husband. ”Do you want to help me make dessert for dinner?”
Of course, that means that he has to disentangle himself from the comfortable pile of limbs and wings and fur that he, Sunjata, Haai, and the kittens have made, a feat far easier said than done. Somehow, he manages, Pemota drifting down from a hammock to hover around his shoulders, as if questioning and encouraging the hubbub.
He has to make this worthwhile somehow, now that he’s disturbed them all so much, so it’s with a bright grin that he puts his hands on his hips and looks down at his husband. ”Do you want to help me make dessert for dinner?”
say hello to the good times
and say hello to the sun
and say hello to the sun
