Clemente
Clem smiles impishly at the other man's gentle ribbing, unoffended by his own leechlike tendencies. Being a pretentious teenager has its advantages sometimes. "Yeah, 'm so grateful for ya, now hurry up." His grin is fang-filled and delighted, practically bouncing in place at Nate's side. Stuffy libraries and memorizing letters with Amun may have its own benefits, but it's not nearly as interesting as the things Nate has already shown him. Clem is definitely more the type to work with his hands. Clemente peers closer as Nate points out the tree he'd been pitifully hacking at, nose wrinkling at the sap on display. It looks like it's bleeding, and he feels briefly regretful before the other man is moving away to another, apparently better, option. The bark is definitely prettier, though he wonders how he will differentiate these in the future. "So, the drier the better?" Maybe he can make a career out of being a weird, forever young lumberjack. And carver!
The boy hides his pout when Nate hands the axe back, taking it in hand and repeating the motion the other Ascended had made but much slower. When he feels confident in the swing, he aims a hard chop at the tree, making a whooping noise of celebration when it is far more effective this time. "I'm gonna be carvin' this stuff forever," he crows as he begins chopping, rhythm sloppy at best but the hits at least better than his pitiful first attempts. "What should we do with it?"
