'cause karma's just a different word for bad luck &
Nate laughs brightly at the coy accusation, waggling his brows a little as if to say it's not the only thing he's used to regarding his mouth, but there's no need to be crude when they're both in on the joke. And he has to give it to her, he had asked for specifics, and she had delivered. Given him a direction to point them in, a path to follow, for a time at least.
A brow lifts as he catches the grin, but he doesn't need to ask, Evie offering her opinion easily. And then another little tidbit that has him genuinely surprised. "I can't really fault you for your reasons." He says, tilting his head towards her with a sly grin, an idea already percolating away. "How would you do things differently? To keep people from resenting the idea?" It might be good to have her two cents in the future. "I'm sorry to hear the college is closing, but maybe something more appropriate can be set up in it's stead." Honestly, he had done everything he could to avoid Phoebe, and the college, after his... misstep, with Sunjata, but it was still disappointing to hear it was closing.
Blue eyes scan the area around them again while Evie fumbles with something, Nate not looking back until she speaks, until there's a full grown flower in her hands and his eyes are nearly bugging out of his head. "That's... super fucking cool. Alright, I take it back. You can make a garden grow in Halo." He laughs, the sound growing louder when the flower is left with him, and Evie goes to barter with the old woman. Nate keeps his eyes peeled, trying to wrack his brain for anyone else who might be useful to her, and maybe has a lead when she comes back, a book tucked under her arm.
"Think I might know someone about some seeds." Nate offers, along with his arm, the flower in his pocket making him feel a touch fancier than he did normally. Regardless of if she takes the offered arm or not though, he'll lead them back into the crowd, wandering seemingly at random before his steps suddenly became far more sure, leading them to a little wagon all but overflowing with flowers. Most of them were decorative, nicely scented and beautiful, but the man running the wagon seemed to recognize Nate, and pulled out a large pouch as if in anticipation.
A brow lifts as he catches the grin, but he doesn't need to ask, Evie offering her opinion easily. And then another little tidbit that has him genuinely surprised. "I can't really fault you for your reasons." He says, tilting his head towards her with a sly grin, an idea already percolating away. "How would you do things differently? To keep people from resenting the idea?" It might be good to have her two cents in the future. "I'm sorry to hear the college is closing, but maybe something more appropriate can be set up in it's stead." Honestly, he had done everything he could to avoid Phoebe, and the college, after his... misstep, with Sunjata, but it was still disappointing to hear it was closing.
Blue eyes scan the area around them again while Evie fumbles with something, Nate not looking back until she speaks, until there's a full grown flower in her hands and his eyes are nearly bugging out of his head. "That's... super fucking cool. Alright, I take it back. You can make a garden grow in Halo." He laughs, the sound growing louder when the flower is left with him, and Evie goes to barter with the old woman. Nate keeps his eyes peeled, trying to wrack his brain for anyone else who might be useful to her, and maybe has a lead when she comes back, a book tucked under her arm.
"Think I might know someone about some seeds." Nate offers, along with his arm, the flower in his pocket making him feel a touch fancier than he did normally. Regardless of if she takes the offered arm or not though, he'll lead them back into the crowd, wandering seemingly at random before his steps suddenly became far more sure, leading them to a little wagon all but overflowing with flowers. Most of them were decorative, nicely scented and beautiful, but the man running the wagon seemed to recognize Nate, and pulled out a large pouch as if in anticipation.
what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
NATE
