- NATE -
don't you pray? don't you pray
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
Calm is not what he expects from Melita, if Nate is honest with himself. He knows the energy that brims just beneath the surface, a ferocity that she can tap into without warning. The real struggle is controlling it well enough to use it, instead of giving into it. The smile stretched over his face is proud though as thye reset, as she prepares to try again.
A rough rumble of laughter leaves Nate at his niece's schoolyard recitations. This is a gentler way than what he'd learned, his house a ring before it had ever been a home, his father coach and enemy in varying measures. "Just like that." Nate confirms as her fist finds it's mark in his side, Nate shifting with the impact, twisting to help hide the motion of his retaliation, his fist arcing out wide, obvious only if Melita's looking for it. "If you're always moving, your opponent can't tell what is or isn't a strike." There's an irritating airiness in his voice, utterly unaffected from the exercise.
A rough rumble of laughter leaves Nate at his niece's schoolyard recitations. This is a gentler way than what he'd learned, his house a ring before it had ever been a home, his father coach and enemy in varying measures. "Just like that." Nate confirms as her fist finds it's mark in his side, Nate shifting with the impact, twisting to help hide the motion of his retaliation, his fist arcing out wide, obvious only if Melita's looking for it. "If you're always moving, your opponent can't tell what is or isn't a strike." There's an irritating airiness in his voice, utterly unaffected from the exercise.
got a man, don't need him, but you wait
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
