NATE
i got a number on me, i got a number
won't make it through the high noon sun
won't make it through the high noon sun
“She’s not going to stop short of sticking her hand up his ass and purporting him around.” Nate flaps his hand in a talking gesture while he speaks, as if he’s demonstrating exactly how she’d do it. It’s ridiculous. It almost makes him feel better, it if wasn’t for the fact that they were still talking about his all too real circumstances.
He lifts a hand to scratch at his shoulder under his shirt, eyes moving away from Ray again. “There’s nothing I can do for it. I can’t involve my own goddess more, or it puts him in danger, I can’t appease Safrin or it puts me in danger, there’s just... there’s no winning.” Nate sighs, and pulls his hand back, looking at the glimmer of fluid from a popped blister on his finger, then clenching his hand right. “And she’s the bitch judging the game.”
He lifts a hand to scratch at his shoulder under his shirt, eyes moving away from Ray again. “There’s nothing I can do for it. I can’t involve my own goddess more, or it puts him in danger, I can’t appease Safrin or it puts me in danger, there’s just... there’s no winning.” Nate sighs, and pulls his hand back, looking at the glimmer of fluid from a popped blister on his finger, then clenching his hand right. “And she’s the bitch judging the game.”
i was a hero early in the morning
i ain't no hero in the night
i ain't no hero in the night
