NATE
Aurelia and Milo follow in on his heels, both of them earning a bright grin from the ascended. ”I dabbled, when I was younger.” It’s all Nate offers on response though, not a thought spared to what she’d told him at the clinic. It was Aurelia’s business, not something to hold over her head when it suited him. Besides, why sink down into personal issues when there was work to be done?
Whoever built this place initially had to be some kind of a master carpenter. Nate has put his fist through walls before, torn through construction sites and to-be demolished buildings in his teens like a hellion, and he’s never had so much trouble as this one wall has given him. As just as it finally seems like he’s getting somewhere, the wall gets its revenge, crumbling away into a mess of splintered wood and dusty plaster. With a moment spared to curse darkly, Nate picks up the mess he’s made, his spirits rising again when the more successful hands of Ray and Aurelia come to assist. It’s not a lot of work, but it is about all he can handle without snapping for the day, and he’s glad when they’re dismissed, excited to return in better spirits.
He’s last to arrive, but he’s last to arrive for a very good reason, the smell of breakfast and the tinkling of the door bell announcing Nate’s arrival. A box is set on whatever flat surface is most convenient, stocked with a ceramic pot of coffee, fresh buns, sliced fruit, and crispy rounds of back bacon. Just because he doesn’t eat doesn’t mean he’s unfamiliar with just how motivating food can be.
Though his tardiness has cost him, the only task left one of his least favourites. Doors are always a tricky beast, and Nate tries to avoid a repeat performance of yesterday, taking to his work slowly and methodically. Everything has to fit together, and he only wants to have to do it once.
Nate arrives with breakfast for everyone and gets to work on the door!
Whoever built this place initially had to be some kind of a master carpenter. Nate has put his fist through walls before, torn through construction sites and to-be demolished buildings in his teens like a hellion, and he’s never had so much trouble as this one wall has given him. As just as it finally seems like he’s getting somewhere, the wall gets its revenge, crumbling away into a mess of splintered wood and dusty plaster. With a moment spared to curse darkly, Nate picks up the mess he’s made, his spirits rising again when the more successful hands of Ray and Aurelia come to assist. It’s not a lot of work, but it is about all he can handle without snapping for the day, and he’s glad when they’re dismissed, excited to return in better spirits.
He’s last to arrive, but he’s last to arrive for a very good reason, the smell of breakfast and the tinkling of the door bell announcing Nate’s arrival. A box is set on whatever flat surface is most convenient, stocked with a ceramic pot of coffee, fresh buns, sliced fruit, and crispy rounds of back bacon. Just because he doesn’t eat doesn’t mean he’s unfamiliar with just how motivating food can be.
Though his tardiness has cost him, the only task left one of his least favourites. Doors are always a tricky beast, and Nate tries to avoid a repeat performance of yesterday, taking to his work slowly and methodically. Everything has to fit together, and he only wants to have to do it once.
Nate arrives with breakfast for everyone and gets to work on the door!
I love to see the sunIn spite of all it's done
