- NATE -
do you feel at home? your flames are burning higher
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
Of all people in Torchline, it’s Jack who walks up the beach. Nate feels his mood drop even further, though he can quite remember where their... let’s call it “petty bullshit” had ended last.
”I don’t fucking know, lemme roll back the tape.” If he rolled his eyes any harder they’d come out his head, Nate’s face utterly overtaken by a sneer. ”Looks like I still got nothing.” His irritation isn’t bound by the same courtesy as Jack’s seems to be, though that’s not necessarily the captains fault.
”I thought you were supposed to know what the fucks going on around here, huh?” It’s an accusation as much as it is anything, which isn’t saying much.
”I don’t fucking know, lemme roll back the tape.” If he rolled his eyes any harder they’d come out his head, Nate’s face utterly overtaken by a sneer. ”Looks like I still got nothing.” His irritation isn’t bound by the same courtesy as Jack’s seems to be, though that’s not necessarily the captains fault.
”I thought you were supposed to know what the fucks going on around here, huh?” It’s an accusation as much as it is anything, which isn’t saying much.
this is your hell, dancing for something that was
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
