NATE
what's the drive in being alive if you don't know who you are?
what's the fun in getting drunk if you can't take it too far?
what's the fun in getting drunk if you can't take it too far?
Nate's brows lift in a slow creep towards his hair, his head tilting to the side. "A garden?" He rumbles, looking incredulously towards the thick rose bushes. "I think this place might be a bit occupied." He points out, rolling his shoulders back again. "If you follow the rover up, there's a lot of open space. A place called the Mourn, I think?"
The question she turns on him, has Nate stiffening all over again, his lips twitching and his eyes narrowing as he turns back to her. "Oh... we're not actually... living in Torchline anymore." He sighs, shuffling his feet in the snow. "Camping now, but... we're looking for somewhere more permanent. We have to be... careful about where we go now."
The question she turns on him, has Nate stiffening all over again, his lips twitching and his eyes narrowing as he turns back to her. "Oh... we're not actually... living in Torchline anymore." He sighs, shuffling his feet in the snow. "Camping now, but... we're looking for somewhere more permanent. We have to be... careful about where we go now."
i've been wasting all my weekends contemplating
if it's me or the booze that really gets wasted
if it's me or the booze that really gets wasted
