- 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?
”Im starting a uh,” The words pause as he takes advantage of her distraction, getting in a good hit against her ribs and bobbing away again. ”Starting a group. Society, I guess. Emergency responders, and caretakers and such.” And he knows it goes against the girls impulses, the tornado lingering just under her skin, but he wants to offer her other avenues. Wants to encourage the good, the focus, the nurturing side. ”I was wondering if you wanted to help out, when you’re not sailing.”
His offense slows, arms drawing back in a defensive position. Nate wants to give Mel room to chew on it for a moment, room to him and consider and decide, without his overbearing presence a threat dancing in her peripherals. No, instead he was merely a threat blocking in her peripherals, a far less imposing figure.
His offense slows, arms drawing back in a defensive position. Nate wants to give Mel room to chew on it for a moment, room to him and consider and decide, without his overbearing presence a threat dancing in her peripherals. No, instead he was merely a threat blocking in her peripherals, a far less imposing figure.
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
