- NATE -
Silence is golden, and you've got my hopes up
We talk too much
We talk too much
The dolphin is only a touch less interesting than the reddened cheeks and choked laugh of the other man, though nearly all of Nates interest is sapped by his fall. And the increasing closeness of the dolphin, some paranoid part of his mind convinced that somehow, this creature knew about his last, less than stellar encounter with one of its kind.
Shaking water out of his hair, Nate furrows his brows at Harper, confused right back by the stupid (he’s not too nice to say it) question. “Empanada. Like the fucking pink dolphins.” Nate snaps back immediately, refusing to even entertain the thought that he could be wrong. But, he’s not above gaming his chances anyway, his false arm tossing the shoe ever so delicately over Harpers head, then flickering out of existence.
Yea, that should be a good distraction.
Shaking water out of his hair, Nate furrows his brows at Harper, confused right back by the stupid (he’s not too nice to say it) question. “Empanada. Like the fucking pink dolphins.” Nate snaps back immediately, refusing to even entertain the thought that he could be wrong. But, he’s not above gaming his chances anyway, his false arm tossing the shoe ever so delicately over Harpers head, then flickering out of existence.
Yea, that should be a good distraction.
No hesitation, what are we waiting for?
We talk too much
We talk too much
