NATE
Nate makes next to no effort to actually hold Rigby, the kid slipping out of his grip easily.”So you’re just getting off on being a prick then.” It’s very clearly not a question, Nate shifting back on his heels and sighing. Even he hadn’t been such a dick (lies), which is saying something.
Mismatched eyes flick up the whitewashed lighthouse, squinting against the light at the top of it before dropping again. ”What, you here to pray to Safrin?” He drags the goddess’ name through his sneer like he’s trying to soil it. A spark like a match being struck flares on his tongue, a hiss leaving Nate as his hand rises to rub at his mouth. ”You don’t seem the type.”
Mismatched eyes flick up the whitewashed lighthouse, squinting against the light at the top of it before dropping again. ”What, you here to pray to Safrin?” He drags the goddess’ name through his sneer like he’s trying to soil it. A spark like a match being struck flares on his tongue, a hiss leaving Nate as his hand rises to rub at his mouth. ”You don’t seem the type.”
I love to see the sunIn spite of all it's done
