- 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?
Stillness stretches out, and it becomes clear that their spar is over, at least for the moment. Nate straightens again, his hands dropping slowly. There's nothing but still patience in him while Melita takes her time, thinking, deciding, running along the paths of what if and maybe in her russet head. It's a chase Nate knows well, and he'd be remiss if he rushed her along, only to end up at the receiving end of her ire, if not now, then later.
His explanation seems to unlock some extra consideration, the oh making the ascended's head tilt. And the agreement that followed on its heels has his grin growing, his hands coming up again, not in combat, but in affection, settling on her shoulders and squeezing. "Of course you can!" Nate beams, pulling her into a tight hug. "I know you do. I'll let you know when I have things set up, alright? We'll get things rolling." Already he has a plan in place for the building, but the building is only as useful as what happens within it, and that's where he wants Melita's hands, her head. "It'll be fun." It's his last point before he releases her, steps back to lead them out of the ring, training off his mind for the moment.
"You know, I bet if you keep practicing, you'll be able to take Sunjata down in no time." Nate throws the words over his shoulders as he walks to the bar, pouring a glass of water for Mel and offering it out. "But you gotta practice, yea?"
His explanation seems to unlock some extra consideration, the oh making the ascended's head tilt. And the agreement that followed on its heels has his grin growing, his hands coming up again, not in combat, but in affection, settling on her shoulders and squeezing. "Of course you can!" Nate beams, pulling her into a tight hug. "I know you do. I'll let you know when I have things set up, alright? We'll get things rolling." Already he has a plan in place for the building, but the building is only as useful as what happens within it, and that's where he wants Melita's hands, her head. "It'll be fun." It's his last point before he releases her, steps back to lead them out of the ring, training off his mind for the moment.
"You know, I bet if you keep practicing, you'll be able to take Sunjata down in no time." Nate throws the words over his shoulders as he walks to the bar, pouring a glass of water for Mel and offering it out. "But you gotta practice, yea?"
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
