NATE
For the first time since he’d come home, Nate is alone in the house. Sunjata had taken Kamaria to the beach, Saar and Bart had followed, and while he’d considered it the sun was an irritant he really couldn’t be bothered dealing with right now, so home alone it was.
Not that he was complaining. It gave him a chance to putter, to relax with a bottle of something strong enough he can almost taste it and work on dinner. Of course though, no sooner does he start to get his hands dirty than a knock sounds at the door. With a sigh, Nate considers his hands, covered in raw pork and bright red spices, and grabs his bottle on the way to the door. He can wipe up any messes when he’s done.
The door opens just wide enough for Nate to lean against the frame, a single red hand held out in front of him while the other lifts the bottle to his lips in a quick sip. Swallowing, his eye looks Maeve up and down. ”You sellin’ cookies or something?”
Not that he was complaining. It gave him a chance to putter, to relax with a bottle of something strong enough he can almost taste it and work on dinner. Of course though, no sooner does he start to get his hands dirty than a knock sounds at the door. With a sigh, Nate considers his hands, covered in raw pork and bright red spices, and grabs his bottle on the way to the door. He can wipe up any messes when he’s done.
The door opens just wide enough for Nate to lean against the frame, a single red hand held out in front of him while the other lifts the bottle to his lips in a quick sip. Swallowing, his eye looks Maeve up and down. ”You sellin’ cookies or something?”
Sleepin', you're on your tippy toes
Creepin' around like no one knows
Creepin' around like no one knows
