- NATE -
There are things that we put in our bodies
We know what we're doing and we aren't sorry
We know what we're doing and we aren't sorry
”He did what?” A parade of emotions trample across Nate’s features, shock, outrage, nausea, before his jaw sets in grim disbelief. As if he needed more fuel for his smouldering dislike of the summoner. ”I don’t even know what to say.” The ascended has been through hell and high water, rubbed elbows with all kinds of unsavoury characters, and still his skin crawls at this particular revelation.
Never one to kiss and tell, Nate just refuses to meet the alchemists knowing eyes. Still, even a lack of a story can speak volumes, and his extended silence here certainly has a lot to say. A butter chuckle leaves Nate without warning, made more jarring by his previous silence, but agreeing with the grumbled sentiment. Content to simply smoulder for the moment, Nate lets himself fall back into the sand, his gaze roaming the heavens instead of the sea, some deep part of him connections the two vast spaces.
”Let me enjoy the Governor thing just a little bit longer, huh?” Another laugh follows the whine, more good natured, more joking than the last. Nate’s already turning to face Remi, but the movement becomes faster, more urgent at the Lullaby’s little addition. ”Leaving to where?”
Never one to kiss and tell, Nate just refuses to meet the alchemists knowing eyes. Still, even a lack of a story can speak volumes, and his extended silence here certainly has a lot to say. A butter chuckle leaves Nate without warning, made more jarring by his previous silence, but agreeing with the grumbled sentiment. Content to simply smoulder for the moment, Nate lets himself fall back into the sand, his gaze roaming the heavens instead of the sea, some deep part of him connections the two vast spaces.
”Let me enjoy the Governor thing just a little bit longer, huh?” Another laugh follows the whine, more good natured, more joking than the last. Nate’s already turning to face Remi, but the movement becomes faster, more urgent at the Lullaby’s little addition. ”Leaving to where?”
Honestly, I don't know how to react
You think hurting yourself doesn't hurt anybody else
You think hurting yourself doesn't hurt anybody else
