NATE
As soon as the man stands, Nate feels disappointment drop in his gut, his grin falling just enough to be noticed. Mismatched eyes watch Anden, head cocking to the side as he tried to figure out what the angle was here. If there even was an angle. But his blade makes a reappearance, it's purpose obvious a half-second later.
There is a split second risk assessment, a breath where Nate considers the chances that this is some kind of bluff, where he considers not moving. A far more sensible part of him has him shifting to one side in his chair, his brows lifted with a kind of intense surprise. He expects to feel the dull thud of the blade hitting something, or at least to hear the thunk of it biting into the wood instead, but nothing comes, the threat still held safely in Anden's hand.
Nate stares, licks his lips as he considers this newest turn of events, the grin on his face replaced by a stiff set of his jaw. A long, tense moment passes, before his jaw shifts almost imperceptibly, and Nate finds himself nodding, the grin slowly returning. "That's a pretty neat trick." He offers, standing to take his knife back the moment it's offered, and settling it in his little whittling project.
With the knife taken care of, Nate offers his hand instead, no room for refusal in the gesture yet again, though this time it seems to be a touch less overbearing. "Honestly, I should be thanking you. I, we were a little worried about this place. What's your name, anyway?"
There is a split second risk assessment, a breath where Nate considers the chances that this is some kind of bluff, where he considers not moving. A far more sensible part of him has him shifting to one side in his chair, his brows lifted with a kind of intense surprise. He expects to feel the dull thud of the blade hitting something, or at least to hear the thunk of it biting into the wood instead, but nothing comes, the threat still held safely in Anden's hand.
Nate stares, licks his lips as he considers this newest turn of events, the grin on his face replaced by a stiff set of his jaw. A long, tense moment passes, before his jaw shifts almost imperceptibly, and Nate finds himself nodding, the grin slowly returning. "That's a pretty neat trick." He offers, standing to take his knife back the moment it's offered, and settling it in his little whittling project.
With the knife taken care of, Nate offers his hand instead, no room for refusal in the gesture yet again, though this time it seems to be a touch less overbearing. "Honestly, I should be thanking you. I, we were a little worried about this place. What's your name, anyway?"
Like a bullet through a flock of doves
To wage this war against your faith in me
To wage this war against your faith in me
