- 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?
The sound in his head cuts off so abruptly Nate's ears keep ringing, and he doesn't notice the reason at first, the little object at his feet. It's only when the attuned steps back that he glances down, already kneeling when Sunjata speaks. "What the fuck is it?" It's not like Nate actually expects the other man to know, but he needs to say something. He reaches out and hooks the object with one finger, holding it up so it could be inspected.
"You ever seen anything like this?" Nate does expect a little bit of input to this question, though he barely keeps it still enough to look it, immediately whirling the little piece of tech between his fingers, at one point reaching out to poke Sunjata with the rounded prongs.
"You ever seen anything like this?" Nate does expect a little bit of input to this question, though he barely keeps it still enough to look it, immediately whirling the little piece of tech between his fingers, at one point reaching out to poke Sunjata with the rounded prongs.
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
