I know what it takes to move on; I know how it feels to lie
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
”Okay.” Nate agrees with a smile and a nod, suddenly very glad that he has back is to Sunjata and Kamaria to flip the pancakes. It gives him a chance for his face to twist, his nose wrinkling. Thats not what I meant. His mental voice is sharp, frustration and regret both curling inside of his chest until there’s nothing but defensive spikes poking out.
Smirking and not saying anything else, Nate reaches out for his companion, bothering her from her sulk nap and luring her into the kitchen with a promise of a treat. Slowly, she drifts into the kitchen, spiralling horn preceding her, and her starry wake followed by the three kittens, who try fruitlessly to catch the starlight. Unlike her master though, Pemota can’t hide her irritation, and drifts as close to the ceiling as she can, far out of reach of any of them.
Nate let’s the conversation slip past him, focusing on eggs, on the next batch of pancakes, on a sharp knife cutting a strangely shaped fruit into thick slices. He tunes back in just as hes and laying the first few pancakes, a generous sprinkling of powdered sugar adorning bf them, and the slices of starfruit finding a place beside them, along with a handful of dark berries.
”I can eat more than both of you put together.” Nate boasts over his shoulder, flipping the pan with the eggs perfectly, and breaking both of the yolks with his showing off. A curse is choked off under his breath, those eggs scrambled up quickly and set to the side while he gets to work on new ones.
While the second batch of everything cooks, Nate whisks the pancakes and fruit to Kamaria, setting the food down in front of her and a fork and nice in front of Sunjata. ”The eggs’ll just be another second, okay?”
Smirking and not saying anything else, Nate reaches out for his companion, bothering her from her sulk nap and luring her into the kitchen with a promise of a treat. Slowly, she drifts into the kitchen, spiralling horn preceding her, and her starry wake followed by the three kittens, who try fruitlessly to catch the starlight. Unlike her master though, Pemota can’t hide her irritation, and drifts as close to the ceiling as she can, far out of reach of any of them.
Nate let’s the conversation slip past him, focusing on eggs, on the next batch of pancakes, on a sharp knife cutting a strangely shaped fruit into thick slices. He tunes back in just as hes and laying the first few pancakes, a generous sprinkling of powdered sugar adorning bf them, and the slices of starfruit finding a place beside them, along with a handful of dark berries.
”I can eat more than both of you put together.” Nate boasts over his shoulder, flipping the pan with the eggs perfectly, and breaking both of the yolks with his showing off. A curse is choked off under his breath, those eggs scrambled up quickly and set to the side while he gets to work on new ones.
While the second batch of everything cooks, Nate whisks the pancakes and fruit to Kamaria, setting the food down in front of her and a fork and nice in front of Sunjata. ”The eggs’ll just be another second, okay?”
holding on to what I haven’t got
NATE
