- NATE -
We'll get married or buried
We'll have a baby or kill someone
We'll have a baby or kill someone
"I had three." Nate holds up three fingers, pulling each one down as he describes the dogs. "The oldest one was Blue. She was big, and black and brown. Then there was Kemo, who was grey and white. And the youngest was Bart, and he was just white." The smile on his face twists into something nostalgic, a little bit sad, before he's shaking his head. "I haven't seen them in a while now."
Thankfully, she seemed to accept the difference he'd laid out. Though, it was clear the immediate request to learn caught Nate off guard a little bit. "I... if you want to, and it's okay with your dad, I can teach you some of what I know. You have to start small though." Basic first aid, how to stop swelling, bleeding, how to make bruises and bumps ease, the kind of stuff he'd been uncomfortably familiar with at her age. Easy enough to teach, under the right circumstances. Better than his.
The fact that her scale went from Pirate to Hero, and had mermaids in the middle made Nate laugh, the sound a little unexpected. "Well. I guess you got me. I have to be a hero then, right?"
Thankfully, she seemed to accept the difference he'd laid out. Though, it was clear the immediate request to learn caught Nate off guard a little bit. "I... if you want to, and it's okay with your dad, I can teach you some of what I know. You have to start small though." Basic first aid, how to stop swelling, bleeding, how to make bruises and bumps ease, the kind of stuff he'd been uncomfortably familiar with at her age. Easy enough to teach, under the right circumstances. Better than his.
The fact that her scale went from Pirate to Hero, and had mermaids in the middle made Nate laugh, the sound a little unexpected. "Well. I guess you got me. I have to be a hero then, right?"
Well, I can't decide what to try
Commitment or a gun
Commitment or a gun
