LOCKE
"Honestly can't think of a good one that isn't like.. Too vulgar." You can figure that out for yourself Nate! But he lets the topic drop because it's making the Lone Ranger nice and broody. Which, while cute, is not his goal.
The suggestion makes him snort, shaking his head."Dunno if you two would get along." He knows they wouldn't! He's not sure what Nate knows or if Nate needs to know. Some part of it makes whatever they are feel almost like.. Revenge but that's no one's business. Because it really isn't that way. "Don't worry about it. You were tied up in stuff, couldn't have known that was going to happen. Just glad no one got hurt. Or killed, at least." He knows vaguely about the whole Atlas thing but that's about all he knows.
"Yeah, was kinda cool." The drumming on his shoulder is interesting but doesn't go further than that and he can't say he's not relieved. Nate is a little overwhelming sometimes. If Sunjata is the Flood, then Nate is the wave that follows. But the other's grin is returned, "Kissing ass is like my second favorite thing to do." Again, make of that what you will. "No worries. I don't really do much anyway. Lay on the beach and look sexy, it's my gift to Torchline."
Locke's head tilts, watching Nate's tongue before his eyes snap back up to the other's. "Oh? What makes you say that?" It's almost accusatory, maybe a little confused, a little hurt. Wasn't he at the Wren Society? Didn't he fuck his hands over for that? His jaw tenses a few times before he wills himself to relax. "We did. He showed me his dragon shift too. Pretty cool. So much so I got one for myself. Not.. You know, a dragon. But still." Maybe if Nate asks nicely, he'll let him see.
The suggestion makes him snort, shaking his head."Dunno if you two would get along." He knows they wouldn't! He's not sure what Nate knows or if Nate needs to know. Some part of it makes whatever they are feel almost like.. Revenge but that's no one's business. Because it really isn't that way. "Don't worry about it. You were tied up in stuff, couldn't have known that was going to happen. Just glad no one got hurt. Or killed, at least." He knows vaguely about the whole Atlas thing but that's about all he knows.
"Yeah, was kinda cool." The drumming on his shoulder is interesting but doesn't go further than that and he can't say he's not relieved. Nate is a little overwhelming sometimes. If Sunjata is the Flood, then Nate is the wave that follows. But the other's grin is returned, "Kissing ass is like my second favorite thing to do." Again, make of that what you will. "No worries. I don't really do much anyway. Lay on the beach and look sexy, it's my gift to Torchline."
Locke's head tilts, watching Nate's tongue before his eyes snap back up to the other's. "Oh? What makes you say that?" It's almost accusatory, maybe a little confused, a little hurt. Wasn't he at the Wren Society? Didn't he fuck his hands over for that? His jaw tenses a few times before he wills himself to relax. "We did. He showed me his dragon shift too. Pretty cool. So much so I got one for myself. Not.. You know, a dragon. But still." Maybe if Nate asks nicely, he'll let him see.
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
