- NATE -
don't you pray? don't you pray
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
Nate snorts at the gross understatement that sunlight wasn’t good for him, and claps a hand on Sunjatas shoulder as he moves past him. ”Yea, it’s either not good for me, or it can make me explode.” He laughs, not even glancing back to ensure the other is following.
It seems the attuned has done a little more homework than him, or at least picked up on a little more hearsay. ”I’ve heard about the same.” Nate offers, keeping his eyes on the walls, and the ground ahead. ”I’m thinking though, they gotta have some kind of... marking system? To show which paths are good, which are dangerous, shit like that.” It’s only a theory, but it makes sense.
As they descended deeper into the caves, Nate picks a rock up off the ground and scrapes a mark into the wall. Hopefully, it would be enough to keep them from getting lost.
It seems the attuned has done a little more homework than him, or at least picked up on a little more hearsay. ”I’ve heard about the same.” Nate offers, keeping his eyes on the walls, and the ground ahead. ”I’m thinking though, they gotta have some kind of... marking system? To show which paths are good, which are dangerous, shit like that.” It’s only a theory, but it makes sense.
As they descended deeper into the caves, Nate picks a rock up off the ground and scrapes a mark into the wall. Hopefully, it would be enough to keep them from getting lost.
got a man, don't need him, but you wait
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
