NATE
This has to be a talent. What else could possibly explain the sheer skill the kid had for getting under his skin? This time though, Nate is in a far less forgiving mood, which is saying something, his hand coming out to pin Rigby’s shoulder against the lighthouse. ”You’ll find out exactly why I had it on if you don’t watch your shitty little mouth.” Nate snarls, leaning in so closely his nose very nearly brushes against the urchins.
”You think taking your shitty mood out on everyone else is gonna make you feel better?” Nate cocks his head, teeth bared in a sneer and his eyes burning. Somehow, he’s slipped dangerously close to calling the kettle black, but if anything that just gives him more expertise on the specific brand of asshole he thinks the kid is.
”You think taking your shitty mood out on everyone else is gonna make you feel better?” Nate cocks his head, teeth bared in a sneer and his eyes burning. Somehow, he’s slipped dangerously close to calling the kettle black, but if anything that just gives him more expertise on the specific brand of asshole he thinks the kid is.
I love to see the sunIn spite of all it's done
