You win a lot, but you lose just a little bit more than you gained in the end
After a day spent winning unfortunately one sided fights, carrying his husband home is the least Nate can do, and it’s a task that he steps to with relish. While he would have been more than happy to simply scoop Sunjata into his arms, the snake is a far more convenient shape. One of his hands lingers up near his shoulder, fingers stroking a slow line along smooth scales when his quiet focus is broken by a ruckus.
Immediately, the scene reminds him of a street fair, filled with more people than he necessarily wants to mingle with, but his curiosity has been piqued. A sharp, stony face is enough to deter most second glances. I got here the same time you did, sonskyn. A soft rumble of amusement echoes through his chest, sounding like a low growl to anyone else close enough to hear it.
It has to be something good. Nate muses about the table, slipping closer to satisfy both their curiosities. Or maybe something so shit they can’t let people look too long.
Immediately, the scene reminds him of a street fair, filled with more people than he necessarily wants to mingle with, but his curiosity has been piqued. A sharp, stony face is enough to deter most second glances. I got here the same time you did, sonskyn. A soft rumble of amusement echoes through his chest, sounding like a low growl to anyone else close enough to hear it.
It has to be something good. Nate muses about the table, slipping closer to satisfy both their curiosities. Or maybe something so shit they can’t let people look too long.
NATE
