NATE
when you're good
no one remembers
no one remembers
Dryness is still a reaction, still sparks satisfaction all on its own. Nate can’t even be upset at all the corrections that come along with his sloppy stance, can’t drag the grin off his face. ”I like to think I’m pretty good at controlling my opponent. I just don’t usually use a sword.” A bright laugh leaves him as he steps forward, leaning into the tug of his blade to test out the advantages he could take.
Leaning back when Aamu does, Nate laughs again, his brows lifting. ”What, you think I can’t stand in this pose forever?” Nate waves the sword around, switching from side to side as Aamu does, just to show he’s paying attention.
”Oh, the plow?” This has to be intentional at this point, right? It feels like such a low hanging fruit, and yet Nate grabs it anyways. Dropping into the stance shown, he waggles his brows. ”Is sword fighting always this... suggestive?” Not that he was complaining, that was very clear by the ever present grin, and the way Nate seemed to be leaning ever closer.
Leaning back when Aamu does, Nate laughs again, his brows lifting. ”What, you think I can’t stand in this pose forever?” Nate waves the sword around, switching from side to side as Aamu does, just to show he’s paying attention.
”Oh, the plow?” This has to be intentional at this point, right? It feels like such a low hanging fruit, and yet Nate grabs it anyways. Dropping into the stance shown, he waggles his brows. ”Is sword fighting always this... suggestive?” Not that he was complaining, that was very clear by the ever present grin, and the way Nate seemed to be leaning ever closer.
when you're bad
no one forgets
no one forgets
