you see, i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together
It’s a chore to maintain an aloof huffiness in the face of such endless enthusiasm, but it’s a chore that Nate sets to with quiet determination and a pinch of his brows. ”These?” The extra arms flex, as if it’s really a question of what they’re talking about. The question very quickly changes, though, and flexing gives way to a sullen shrug. ”You’d have to ask the Voice. It’s where I got mine.”
As if they can’t bear to be the centre of attention anymore, arms flicker away and reappear again, piling up more obsidian. Nate has yet to move, his head cocked and his hips canted as he stares at Azrael, trying to figure out the puzzle of him. ”Do i know you?” He finally settles on, his voice less snappy, but still sullen.
As if they can’t bear to be the centre of attention anymore, arms flicker away and reappear again, piling up more obsidian. Nate has yet to move, his head cocked and his hips canted as he stares at Azrael, trying to figure out the puzzle of him. ”Do i know you?” He finally settles on, his voice less snappy, but still sullen.
to make a creature that will do what i say
or love me back
NATE
