- 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?
Nate can see the determination wind up in her, his lessons being taken to heart, and it brings a surprisingly warmth to the punchable smirk on his face. Her practical demonstrations presses in again, Nate shifting, stepping back as one, two blows glance against his core. ”Not bad at all!” He praises, stepping out of her range entirely to sequence into the next lesson, his personal favourite.
”Now, you put it all together.” Just as before, Nate goes easier on her, not wanting to crush her spirit with an impossible match. No, instead the ascended takes everything his favourite niece doles out, shifting and feinting but for the most part keeping his fists to himself, his movements textbook and easy to read. The only times he strikes back is when she leaves herself open, when she overextended or steps poorly, just to highlight the places she needs to be careful, where she needs to pay attention.
And when the motions come smoother, easier, Nate adds another layer of difficulty, a conversation, frustratingly easy on his part. ”So I wanted to ask you something Mel.”
”Now, you put it all together.” Just as before, Nate goes easier on her, not wanting to crush her spirit with an impossible match. No, instead the ascended takes everything his favourite niece doles out, shifting and feinting but for the most part keeping his fists to himself, his movements textbook and easy to read. The only times he strikes back is when she leaves herself open, when she overextended or steps poorly, just to highlight the places she needs to be careful, where she needs to pay attention.
And when the motions come smoother, easier, Nate adds another layer of difficulty, a conversation, frustratingly easy on his part. ”So I wanted to ask you something Mel.”
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
