NATE
Life is hard that's why no one survives
I'm much older than I thought I'd be
I'm much older than I thought I'd be
It’s late, it’s drizzling, and Nate is in a fantastic mood.
No, really.
There’s an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips as he drags black stones down to a particularly secluded part of the beach, humming some song while he works. Sure, a part of him is loathe to not be in bed with Sunjata, but this is the last step to fixing the portal in Torchline.
Nate stands with his hands on his hips, looking over the pile of obsidian he’s organized, his head cocking. It’s probably not a good idea to be so close to the ocean, but the ascended is pretty sure it won’t hurt him. Pretty sure. A hand lifts to light his smoke, figuring he might as well enjoy himself before he gets to work.
No, really.
There’s an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips as he drags black stones down to a particularly secluded part of the beach, humming some song while he works. Sure, a part of him is loathe to not be in bed with Sunjata, but this is the last step to fixing the portal in Torchline.
Nate stands with his hands on his hips, looking over the pile of obsidian he’s organized, his head cocking. It’s probably not a good idea to be so close to the ocean, but the ascended is pretty sure it won’t hurt him. Pretty sure. A hand lifts to light his smoke, figuring he might as well enjoy himself before he gets to work.
Feel like a fool, yeah, like a dancing fool, yeah
Footloose and fancy free
Footloose and fancy free
