Cause I wanna see the cool and the classy; And I wanna see the cruel and the nasty
A wordless howl of delight leaves Nate’s as the pumpkins splatter apart under the force of the obsidian. The words that call up to him carry no meaning at first, not until he actually notices Azrael standing below, covered in orange guts. “You should watch where you’re walkin’, sprout!” He teases back, before disappearing inside the Spire and rushing down the stairs, a neat armful of stone held in his extra arms.
It’s handy, when he finally reaches the bottom, an easy source of ammunition to chuck at the closest gourd, trying to draw their attention back to himself. “You're okay, right?” Now that he’s right here, Nate can manage to be a touch more serious, the gourds not nearly enough of a threat to make him skip a beat.
It’s handy, when he finally reaches the bottom, an easy source of ammunition to chuck at the closest gourd, trying to draw their attention back to himself. “You're okay, right?” Now that he’s right here, Nate can manage to be a touch more serious, the gourds not nearly enough of a threat to make him skip a beat.
NATE
