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“Are you fucking serious?!” Nate’s not even upset about finding the source of the fuck off rumbling, not as much as he is upset about losing the chance to wring a scaly purple neck. He dances out of the way of a stream of yellow gas and lets the gears in his head click together for a moment before they spin, though whether they’re actually connected to anything is something else entirely.
He steps back, careful to stay ready to move at a moments notice, and looks up at the great dragon, bright eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Are you the fuckin’ Prince?” It’s a thiyght that seems less likely the more he thinks on it, but he doesn’t know how else the pieces they have fit together. “Even if you’re not, can you be goddamned civil? I really don’t wanna have to kill you.” He will though, he has a stolen shift under his skin just begging to come out and a boiling over pot of rage in his chest.
Nate shouts once, then asks the dragon if it’s the Prince and if it can be civil, but he is ready to dodge again/shift
He steps back, careful to stay ready to move at a moments notice, and looks up at the great dragon, bright eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Are you the fuckin’ Prince?” It’s a thiyght that seems less likely the more he thinks on it, but he doesn’t know how else the pieces they have fit together. “Even if you’re not, can you be goddamned civil? I really don’t wanna have to kill you.” He will though, he has a stolen shift under his skin just begging to come out and a boiling over pot of rage in his chest.
Nate shouts once, then asks the dragon if it’s the Prince and if it can be civil, but he is ready to dodge again/shift
NATE
