NATE
It's not the first time he's been invited after the Prince, but it is the first time he's actually been able to show up, and it's clear from every heavy thud of his boots that Nate is not about to walk away from this empty-handed. They're bringing this slimy fucker back one way or the other.
A grin manages to slide across his features as he joins the little group, arms both flesh and not slinging around both Azrael and Isla. "You're not getting started without me, are you?" Nate manages to inject just the slightest edge of a whine into his joking tone, his bright yes ruining the effect with the way they flick around, as if he's expecting to run into an ambush of toxic gas right here.
"We're not waiting on anyone else, right?"
A grin manages to slide across his features as he joins the little group, arms both flesh and not slinging around both Azrael and Isla. "You're not getting started without me, are you?" Nate manages to inject just the slightest edge of a whine into his joking tone, his bright yes ruining the effect with the way they flick around, as if he's expecting to run into an ambush of toxic gas right here.
"We're not waiting on anyone else, right?"
Get my pretty name out of your mouth
Don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how I feel
Don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how I feel
