every hour, on the hour, they drew blood
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
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Nate returns the smoke to his lips, his hand not pausing as it continues up to pinch at his brows. "So she's the only one who knows what it feels like to be overrun by the Gods." Nate points out, a tight grin overtaking his face, not a scrap of mirth in it. "I know it's hard to believe, but sometimes, other people go through the same shit you have." And they manage to not be pricks about it. A long sigh heaves out of him, then an even longer inhale, the cherry of his smoke burning bright as he pulls on it.

All Nate can do is roll his eyes and try to not grind his teeth in irritation. If he gave Rigby that satisfaction, he'd have nothing left in his mouth. "Better hope one of them still wants to take you by then." He offers as a warning, deciding as his smoke dwindles away to nothing that he's finished with this shitty conversation. Flicking his butt in Rigby's direction, Nate steps away, looking out over the coast and sighing. At this point, he doesn't even remember what he'd come out to do, so he might as well wander back down the path, wander back home to the temporary peace he has there.

Fin~
I love to see the sun
In spite of all it's done


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RE: every hour, on the hour, they drew blood - by Nate - 04-12-2021, 03:19 AM

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