NATE
”I’ll be sure to underestimate you next time.” Not actually needing breath allows him to pull the ever dramatic never ending sigh. The irritated sound hisses out of him even as he offers his pack out in Rigby’s direction, a single cigarette shaking itself loose with a well practised flick of the wrist. Assuming the other has some kind of light, he strikes a match off his zipper and shakes it out once his smoke is lit, flicking it off into the sea.
”To fuck me over?” Nate rolls his eyes as he spits the words out, as if the answer should be obvious. As far as hes concerned, it should be. ”Because she hates me? Or maybe because I’m fucking her second favourite.” The anger in his tone isn’t actually directed at his husband, but he’s not about to paint a target on his chest and offer it out to be derided by Rigby. He’s gonna huff and puff and blow himself into a fury.
”To fuck me over?” Nate rolls his eyes as he spits the words out, as if the answer should be obvious. As far as hes concerned, it should be. ”Because she hates me? Or maybe because I’m fucking her second favourite.” The anger in his tone isn’t actually directed at his husband, but he’s not about to paint a target on his chest and offer it out to be derided by Rigby. He’s gonna huff and puff and blow himself into a fury.
I love to see the sunIn spite of all it's done
