Confine me let me be the lesser of a beautiful man without the blood on his hands
Pemota has inspired varied reactions in those that have seen her, but after the last time someone had react with awe, Nate finds himself a touch wary. It’s not something he comments on though, not right away. The starwhal, meanwhile, has forgotten her suspicion in favour of being admired, low crooning notes leaving her as she trails starlight and static in the air.
Nate lifts a cigarette to his lips, lights it with a match as quickly as he can, and takes a drag. ”I’ve only seen one other.” He offers finally. ”Where is it you’re from?”
A few days seems an awful short amount of time to spend on Torchline, even with the weather as miserable as it is. ”Some kind of business then? A few days isn’t enough for pleasure.” The wink that accompanies the words doesn’t quite have the same affect it would normally, given he only has the one eye, but it’s the principle of the action.
Nate lifts a cigarette to his lips, lights it with a match as quickly as he can, and takes a drag. ”I’ve only seen one other.” He offers finally. ”Where is it you’re from?”
A few days seems an awful short amount of time to spend on Torchline, even with the weather as miserable as it is. ”Some kind of business then? A few days isn’t enough for pleasure.” The wink that accompanies the words doesn’t quite have the same affect it would normally, given he only has the one eye, but it’s the principle of the action.
NATE
