'cause karma's just a different word for bad luck &
"Well if it makes you feel better, the only thing you actually have in common with him is your hair." Nate laughs, though the easy grin slips away rather messily as he debates how to best describe his recent issues with his ex. "We just had a uh... messy dispute." To put it mildly. "He doesn't actually live around here, so I wanted to make sure I didn't need to watch my back or anything." As laughable as the thought was, he hadn't known about the electric shield Sam had hit him with, and he lifted a hand to his chest at the memory, the ache.
As she moves past him, Nate hums a little, but doesn't move to follow, not until she actually makes an offer to him. And what a good offer it is. "You have no idea how lucky you are today." He rumbles, closing the distance between them in a few easy steps. "They love me around here. Whatever you want, you'll get it at the best price possible." That's maybe a little bit of hyperbole, but he could still bargain for better prices than she could get alone. Call it a perk for saving the town, or something like that.
His feet move them automatically to the main thoroughfare of the port, where stalls line the paths and people mingle most commonly, which leaves him open to look at her while they walk. And talk, obviously. "So what kind of information are you looking for specifically? Flora and Fauna is a bit of a wide subject here." Then, almost like an afterthought, like he'd forgotten until this moment, he offered his name. "I'm Nate, by the way. Normally I'd say call me doctor, but you did throw a bunch of rocks at me, so I think we're a bit closer than that."
As she moves past him, Nate hums a little, but doesn't move to follow, not until she actually makes an offer to him. And what a good offer it is. "You have no idea how lucky you are today." He rumbles, closing the distance between them in a few easy steps. "They love me around here. Whatever you want, you'll get it at the best price possible." That's maybe a little bit of hyperbole, but he could still bargain for better prices than she could get alone. Call it a perk for saving the town, or something like that.
His feet move them automatically to the main thoroughfare of the port, where stalls line the paths and people mingle most commonly, which leaves him open to look at her while they walk. And talk, obviously. "So what kind of information are you looking for specifically? Flora and Fauna is a bit of a wide subject here." Then, almost like an afterthought, like he'd forgotten until this moment, he offered his name. "I'm Nate, by the way. Normally I'd say call me doctor, but you did throw a bunch of rocks at me, so I think we're a bit closer than that."
what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
NATE
