Always running his mouth, yeah he's got a few scars
It was clear that the moment's Nate had to wait for his answer only further incited his irritation, his jaw working as he watched the younger mans face work, watched him weigh his options. "Too many people?" Nate scoffed, shaking his head. "Where do you come from that that," an arm is thrown in the direction of Haulani, "is a lot of people?" All he could imagine was some backwoods bumpkin, though, looking at the other man again, that didn't necessarily seem to be outside of the realm of possibilities. Not with the way he was dressed, the way he gestured around.
It's too bad he wasn't in a better mood, because in any circumstance, the question of what he was, the suggestion of a ghoul, would have him rolling. Right now though, it just pulls an irritated huff from him. "How long have you been here?" He asks back instead, head cocked to the side.
"There's no way I'm the first ascended you've met." Really, that would be right in line with Nate's luck tonight, to be the first one with the burden of explaining his race an outsider, of trying to make a good impression when he really doesn't want to.
It's too bad he wasn't in a better mood, because in any circumstance, the question of what he was, the suggestion of a ghoul, would have him rolling. Right now though, it just pulls an irritated huff from him. "How long have you been here?" He asks back instead, head cocked to the side.
"There's no way I'm the first ascended you've met." Really, that would be right in line with Nate's luck tonight, to be the first one with the burden of explaining his race an outsider, of trying to make a good impression when he really doesn't want to.
NATE
