NATE
Nate stares at the goo smeared on his hand for a moment, something perfectly straddling the line between curiosity and disgust curling on his face before he reaches out to scrape his hand clean on the edge of the table. "I'm Nathaniel. Nate, if we're going to be friendly." And he leaves it for Anden to decide if they are or not, sitting back down and resuming his unblinking stare.
"Good man." Nate grins, slow cogs turning in his head as he looked over Anden again, seeming to consider him a little more carefully this time. "I'm not sure anyone could do worse than what she's already been through, unless they really hated us." There's a snort of laughter, mismatched eyes rising to look past Anden at the bar, at the fractal lightning scorches that still marred the wood.
Nate considers his glass, swirling the amber liquid around before he downs it, wishing, not for the first time, that it would just burn like he wanted it to as it goes down. "Here for uh, business, mostly. God shit, you know?" It's been a while since Nate has been in the Grounds, long enough that he has utterly no frame of reference for when Anden's arrived, but he knows a constant in Caido is God shit.
With his glass empty again, Nate leans back, pulls his block of wood closer to him, and begins to peel away scraps of it again, the rough shapes he'd carved out initially growing finer, more detailed.
"Good man." Nate grins, slow cogs turning in his head as he looked over Anden again, seeming to consider him a little more carefully this time. "I'm not sure anyone could do worse than what she's already been through, unless they really hated us." There's a snort of laughter, mismatched eyes rising to look past Anden at the bar, at the fractal lightning scorches that still marred the wood.
Nate considers his glass, swirling the amber liquid around before he downs it, wishing, not for the first time, that it would just burn like he wanted it to as it goes down. "Here for uh, business, mostly. God shit, you know?" It's been a while since Nate has been in the Grounds, long enough that he has utterly no frame of reference for when Anden's arrived, but he knows a constant in Caido is God shit.
With his glass empty again, Nate leans back, pulls his block of wood closer to him, and begins to peel away scraps of it again, the rough shapes he'd carved out initially growing finer, more detailed.
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
