Always running his mouth, yeah he's got a few scars
It would be a struggle to not roll his eyes at this point, so Nate didn't bother putting in the effort. "What do you mean you don't understand? Made, created, put together?" His head tilted back like he was looking for some mote of patience among the stars, though the look on his face when the blue eyes fell again said he had returned empty handed. "I had all the bits of me that used to be meat swapped out for something that is very much not meat." Honestly he wasn't even sure what he was made out of any more. It was another thought he didn't like to entertain for long.
There was another irritated hiss from Nate at the question, but it seemed to have the effect of focusing his irritation somewhere other than the stranger, and saving him, for the moment, from anymore direct barbs. "He asked me to change for him. So we'd be together forever." Nate scoffs, rolling his shoulders again. "Look how fuckin' well that worked out." Normally, there wasn't so much vitriol for what he'd done, what he was, but there were certain thing's he'd been missing lately, and it was starting to boil over.
There was another irritated hiss from Nate at the question, but it seemed to have the effect of focusing his irritation somewhere other than the stranger, and saving him, for the moment, from anymore direct barbs. "He asked me to change for him. So we'd be together forever." Nate scoffs, rolling his shoulders again. "Look how fuckin' well that worked out." Normally, there wasn't so much vitriol for what he'd done, what he was, but there were certain thing's he'd been missing lately, and it was starting to boil over.
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