NATE
Oh, he seems to have struck a nerve. Irritation smears clearly across Rigby's face. And Nate is delighted to sink his fingers into this newest crack, to prod and pull more irritation from the kid. Squirm fucker. "No?" Nate huffs out a short laugh, rolling his eyes and looking away from Rigby. "Why not? I'm sure Safrin would love you." His body tenses, some deep part of him aware of the repercussions before his mind has caught on. "Bitches gotta stick together."
Flaming pitch follows the words like vomit, a burn that starts at his lips and spreads quickly over him in a wave of flame and panic. And panic Nate does, stepping away from Rigby to beat at himself, putting out the fire before it has a chance to spread, or worse, sink its claws into his flammable self. No matter how aloof he tries to appear, the magic shakes him. Wild-eyed fear is stark on Nate's face, in the slight tremble of his hands as he tries to recover, pushing his hair back up out of his face and straightening.
His jaw works, Nate trying and failing to find something to say, some explanation, some curse, as if it's Rigby's fault instead of his own.
Flaming pitch follows the words like vomit, a burn that starts at his lips and spreads quickly over him in a wave of flame and panic. And panic Nate does, stepping away from Rigby to beat at himself, putting out the fire before it has a chance to spread, or worse, sink its claws into his flammable self. No matter how aloof he tries to appear, the magic shakes him. Wild-eyed fear is stark on Nate's face, in the slight tremble of his hands as he tries to recover, pushing his hair back up out of his face and straightening.
His jaw works, Nate trying and failing to find something to say, some explanation, some curse, as if it's Rigby's fault instead of his own.
I love to see the sunIn spite of all it's done
