NATE
Joy is so hard to snatch nowadays, a fact that has Nate perhaps going a little overboard in his celebrations, the doctor collapsing to the roof at the indignant voice that floated up towards him. His plan, now that he's out of pumpkin guts, is to simply slink away, off the other side of the roof and out of the way of consequences when the voice floats up once again.
Nate meets the eyes that land on him, face robbed of it's joy, curiously impassive. He's not afraid of Wessex not really, but he is... worried. It would be stupid not to be, obviously. He slips off the close side of the roof, landing with a thud in front of Nikolai and straightening to his full height, seeming to loom despite their matching heights.
"Looks like you're in trouble." Nate's voice drips with a faux concern, his head thrown back as if he's daring the other man to somehow implicate him in this error. Pemota settles around his shoulders, her spiralling horn marking a clear line between the two men, one Nate is careful to stay on his side of.
Nate meets the eyes that land on him, face robbed of it's joy, curiously impassive. He's not afraid of Wessex not really, but he is... worried. It would be stupid not to be, obviously. He slips off the close side of the roof, landing with a thud in front of Nikolai and straightening to his full height, seeming to loom despite their matching heights.
"Looks like you're in trouble." Nate's voice drips with a faux concern, his head thrown back as if he's daring the other man to somehow implicate him in this error. Pemota settles around his shoulders, her spiralling horn marking a clear line between the two men, one Nate is careful to stay on his side of.
didn't know i'd be so late
drinking all night, numbing that shame
drinking all night, numbing that shame
