engage with the pain as a motive, today of all days, see
I guess it wasn’t. Nate agrees, his jaw working as he looks over the assembled crowd, his teeth clenching so hard his sensors protest at some of the faces he picks out. Without thinking too much about it, Nate draws closer to Azrael and Nikolai, his shoulders up.
The pack on his shoulders clinks when he squares himself; jars, one filled with snow and one with popcorn kernels, rattling against a light pan. Nate tries to steady himself, dragging Sunjata along with him while he steps close behind Nikolai, setting a heavy hand on his shoulder.
Nate brings a jar of water, popcorn kernels (and the necessary shit for popping it), and a coin for coin tricks
The pack on his shoulders clinks when he squares himself; jars, one filled with snow and one with popcorn kernels, rattling against a light pan. Nate tries to steady himself, dragging Sunjata along with him while he steps close behind Nikolai, setting a heavy hand on his shoulder.
Nate brings a jar of water, popcorn kernels (and the necessary shit for popping it), and a coin for coin tricks
how the most dangerous thing is to love
how you will heal and you'll rise above
NATE
