- NATE -
Why you don't got any questions?
How you know that this is real?
How you know that this is real?
Every time he goes and tries to drown himself in solitude, he’s interrupted. Every time. Nate had hoped maybe the flies would be the only bother he’d have to face this time, not no, he can’t ever be lucky. At the least the figure that looms out of the wall of mist is familiar. Though, actually, that might make all of this worse.
The rumbling laughter definitely makes things worse, Nate’s cloud of flies flaring the scarlet that his face can’t, even as it contorts and seethes. ”I’m glad someone’s having fucking fun!” The words are out of his mouth before he can think better of them, Nate a flurry of shooing hands and clenching fists, trying in vain once more to scare away the insects.
Problem? Now it’s Nate’s turn to laughs long and loud and discordant. There’s not an ounce of joy in the sound, nothing but hard lines in his face. ”I have nothing but!” He manages to spit after a moment, anger on his face, though it’s not pointed towards Deimos. It just exists, wafting off him in waves.
The rumbling laughter definitely makes things worse, Nate’s cloud of flies flaring the scarlet that his face can’t, even as it contorts and seethes. ”I’m glad someone’s having fucking fun!” The words are out of his mouth before he can think better of them, Nate a flurry of shooing hands and clenching fists, trying in vain once more to scare away the insects.
Problem? Now it’s Nate’s turn to laughs long and loud and discordant. There’s not an ounce of joy in the sound, nothing but hard lines in his face. ”I have nothing but!” He manages to spit after a moment, anger on his face, though it’s not pointed towards Deimos. It just exists, wafting off him in waves.
I am feeling such oppression
You can't tell me how to feel
You can't tell me how to feel
