- NATE -
Silence is golden, and you've got my hopes up
We talk too much
We talk too much
His bag is set down on the ground beside him, the ascended stretching out and getting comfortable where he sits and watches Harper. ”Thats a bold attitude to take with a guy who directly controls how dry your clothes stay, bud.” Nate warns with a laugh, shifting to grab a show and wave it for emphasis.
Sure, Nate could put two and two together, make an educated bridge between ‘dolphin’ and ‘pink’, but it’s more fun play dumb, cocking his head to the side as he tosses the shoe in his hand up and catches it again. ”I think pink is a pretty common colour, but I think it’s supposed to marche the rest of you.”
Sure, Nate could put two and two together, make an educated bridge between ‘dolphin’ and ‘pink’, but it’s more fun play dumb, cocking his head to the side as he tosses the shoe in his hand up and catches it again. ”I think pink is a pretty common colour, but I think it’s supposed to marche the rest of you.”
No hesitation, what are we waiting for?
We talk too much
We talk too much
