NATE
i got a number on me, i got a number
won't make it through the high noon sun
won't make it through the high noon sun
Nates lips twist into something that’s trying hard to be a smile, a mirthless huff leaving him as Ray chokes on her own reaction. “Yea, I’m a regular fuckin’ wordsmith here.” It’s an attempt to step back into something smooth and easy, after he’s been so ruffled by the conversation, and it’s only successful until the herbalist scowls.
“She’s horrible.” Nate corrects darkly, rubbing at the crease between his brows. “I don’t think she’ll stop at anything. The only real question is who’s willing to stoop lower, and... that’s just another contest I know I won’t win.” There’s an almost exhausted resignation in Nate’d voice, defeat obvious in the slump of his shoulders.
The word help has Nate shifting suddenly, straightening and tapping his foot, then standing outright when that doesn’t work away the sudden frantic nerves. “No.” No he says firmly, wincing at the sharpness of his voice after everything Ray had done. He schools his tongue into something softer and tries again. “No, thank you. You’ve done... you’ve done a lot already.” The bag of herbs lifts, Nate shaking it as an example before he’s stepping back towards the door. “Thank you.” He repeats, stepping out into the sun and disappearing down the street.
Fin~
“She’s horrible.” Nate corrects darkly, rubbing at the crease between his brows. “I don’t think she’ll stop at anything. The only real question is who’s willing to stoop lower, and... that’s just another contest I know I won’t win.” There’s an almost exhausted resignation in Nate’d voice, defeat obvious in the slump of his shoulders.
The word help has Nate shifting suddenly, straightening and tapping his foot, then standing outright when that doesn’t work away the sudden frantic nerves. “No.” No he says firmly, wincing at the sharpness of his voice after everything Ray had done. He schools his tongue into something softer and tries again. “No, thank you. You’ve done... you’ve done a lot already.” The bag of herbs lifts, Nate shaking it as an example before he’s stepping back towards the door. “Thank you.” He repeats, stepping out into the sun and disappearing down the street.
Fin~
i was a hero early in the morning
i ain't no hero in the night
i ain't no hero in the night
