NATE
There’s no rush in Nate’s life anymore. It’s nice, honestly, makes him feel like he has the time to actually wrap up all his loose ends before leaving Torchline. A handful of those loose ends congregate at the markets, merchants he’s grown close with, people he doesn’t want to simply leave behind.
He’s halfway through promising to come back and visit his favourite fruit woman when a shout echoes from the direction of the water, drawing his gaze interest better than the earlier scream had. Nate excuses himself and snags a snack as he wanders towards the docks.
It’s curiosity that drives Nate to the edge of the dock, and coincidence that has an orange sitting in his hand, his fingers working under the peel in a distracted, unhurried way. He leans over the water when he gets to the end, over-extending carelessly as he searches for the source of the shouting.
He’s halfway through promising to come back and visit his favourite fruit woman when a shout echoes from the direction of the water, drawing his gaze interest better than the earlier scream had. Nate excuses himself and snags a snack as he wanders towards the docks.
It’s curiosity that drives Nate to the edge of the dock, and coincidence that has an orange sitting in his hand, his fingers working under the peel in a distracted, unhurried way. He leans over the water when he gets to the end, over-extending carelessly as he searches for the source of the shouting.
Foot on the gas, too fast to turn
Ain't gonna last, you gonna crash and burn
Ain't gonna last, you gonna crash and burn
