NATE
The tragic flaw of charming men
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
Nate is more than a little surprised to have made the right choice, thuu ou Guh he doesn’t let it show on his face. The scenery around the group changes, shifts to something empty and desolate, and presumably cold. And then they, the winners, are asked to make another choice.
With an apologetic grin shot Sams way, Nate looked around, considering the options given. The snow seemed like it had nothing to give. Just frozen flatness. He didn’t want that. But, if not that, then what? Nate hummed it over a moment longer, listening to the very practical requests from some, and ones that seemed impossible from others. In the bed, his choice seemed almost obvious, despite the time it had taken him to reach it.
”I’d like some kind of vice that can affect me. Even a little.” Inebriation was one of the few things he missed since ascending, one of two things in total if he was being honest. He did have the sense to not glance in Sams direction at least, worried about what he might see.
Nate wishes he had something that can get him fucked up
