NATE
A snort leaves Nate, his head shaking while he fills the mugs. “Se qualcuno potesse trovare un modo, quello sei tu.” A full cup of black coffee is set in front of Remi, a show of being civil and welcoming. A play at being the bigger person, as if he really cares about that.
“The outcome being you get what you want.” Nate points out before he takes a sip of coffee, unblinking eyes locked on the Lullaby. His tongue pokes out between his lips, catching an errant drop and showing off fangs as Nate shifts, leans against the counter. “Must be nice, living like that.”
Remi’s tone immediately has Nate’s back up, his face twisting in a sneer. “Cristo, sei una stronza. Come può qualcuno sopportarti?” He bites the words out, his real snarl muzzled, at least a little. As much as he hates this, he does want to avoid getting his face ripped off. His next words come out muffled by the hand that’s rubbing across his mouth, the Demi-god barely clinging on to civility. “È per un'arma? Qualcosa che ci farà male?”
“The outcome being you get what you want.” Nate points out before he takes a sip of coffee, unblinking eyes locked on the Lullaby. His tongue pokes out between his lips, catching an errant drop and showing off fangs as Nate shifts, leans against the counter. “Must be nice, living like that.”
Remi’s tone immediately has Nate’s back up, his face twisting in a sneer. “Cristo, sei una stronza. Come può qualcuno sopportarti?” He bites the words out, his real snarl muzzled, at least a little. As much as he hates this, he does want to avoid getting his face ripped off. His next words come out muffled by the hand that’s rubbing across his mouth, the Demi-god barely clinging on to civility. “È per un'arma? Qualcosa che ci farà male?”
I got my fingers crossed you'll catch something baby
Cause I just threw myself at you
Cause I just threw myself at you
