One slip of the tongue, Razor sharp, but never let it show
Locke’s reaction pulls a matching snort from Nate, a clearly offended slant to his features now. “Sure we would. Bitches love me baby!” Though, if he actually knew who Locke’s ‘lady’ was, he wouldn’t be so quick to offer or to argue. He knows well enough to leave that bit of land undisturbed.
“People got hurt.” Nate says sharply, his brows furrowing with the correction. “You got hurt. Aurelia did too.” It was a big deal, as far as Nate was concerned, not something to be treated so lightly. People had gotten hurt because of his uncontrollable bullshit.
Nate can’t help himself, y’know? Not right now. His eye drops obviously to Locke’s mouth interest lifting his brows as he considers. “Yea, Y’gonna the mouth for it sweetheart.” Fingers twitch as the ascended fights the urge to reach up again, settling for a smirk instead. “And what a gift it is.”
A little huff of laughter leaves Nate, his head shaking. “Nowhere t’box now. Not without causing a scene.” He jokes, shaking his head when Locke doesn’t get it. “I’d miss it more, if I was you.” A shrig rolls over his shoulders, Nate content to be still and silent as the other man speaks, his brows wagging at the end. “Y’should show me.” Nate suggests, his chin jutting out like a target and his eyes growing heavy, muddying what exactly he’s asking for.
“People got hurt.” Nate says sharply, his brows furrowing with the correction. “You got hurt. Aurelia did too.” It was a big deal, as far as Nate was concerned, not something to be treated so lightly. People had gotten hurt because of his uncontrollable bullshit.
Nate can’t help himself, y’know? Not right now. His eye drops obviously to Locke’s mouth interest lifting his brows as he considers. “Yea, Y’gonna the mouth for it sweetheart.” Fingers twitch as the ascended fights the urge to reach up again, settling for a smirk instead. “And what a gift it is.”
A little huff of laughter leaves Nate, his head shaking. “Nowhere t’box now. Not without causing a scene.” He jokes, shaking his head when Locke doesn’t get it. “I’d miss it more, if I was you.” A shrig rolls over his shoulders, Nate content to be still and silent as the other man speaks, his brows wagging at the end. “Y’should show me.” Nate suggests, his chin jutting out like a target and his eyes growing heavy, muddying what exactly he’s asking for.
NATE
