NATE
The tragic flaw of charming men
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
Nate squinted at the small dragon, trying to work out how Adam could read any kind of emotion off its face. He gave up his scrutiny easily though, simply shrugging and pulling Adam closer. ”If you say he’s happy, I guess I have to believe you.” The words, much like everything that came out of Nate’s mouth, were less than serious, framed by a grin.is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
”Depends what those two people do.” He shot back immediately, the hand on Adams shoulder moving to shake some of the party feeling into him. Nate knew what kind of thing he wanted to do, but it seemed Adam was looking for something different. ”We coooould...” Nate cast his gaze around the room, like inspiration would come from the pews or shrine. ”We could explore? Just round here, I can’t imagine you’re eager to go running back into that big fuck off forest.”
