// i don't wanna break but I did today
guess i only have myself to blame //
guess i only have myself to blame //
Footsteps are the first sign that Nate might not be as alone as he thinks, the grumble immediately proving that thought correct. And he’d been looking forward to a long night of solitude. Not moving, except to extract his hands from behind his head and rest them over his chest, Nate let’s the stranger approach him, his one eye straining to catch a glimpse of the man before he comes too close.
Always be underestimated, that’s his motto.
”Kid?” Immediately, Nate rocks up, leaning on his elbows to point a lazy glare at this interloper. Looking the stranger up and down, noting the arm, Nate rolls his shoulders, and leans back again, trying to paint a picture of careless relaxation over his tense irritation. ”I’ve seen a couple. What’s it worth to you, old man?” Sure its immature, but it also feels fucking good to snap back, to erect some irreverent wall to sit behind.
Always be underestimated, that’s his motto.
”Kid?” Immediately, Nate rocks up, leaning on his elbows to point a lazy glare at this interloper. Looking the stranger up and down, noting the arm, Nate rolls his shoulders, and leans back again, trying to paint a picture of careless relaxation over his tense irritation. ”I’ve seen a couple. What’s it worth to you, old man?” Sure its immature, but it also feels fucking good to snap back, to erect some irreverent wall to sit behind.
NATE
