- NATE -
don't you pray? don't you pray
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
"In the wall." Nate confirms, sparing a glance towards Sunjata. His eyes are wide, excited in a way the attuned should know well, though the look doesn't linger long, all of Nate's focus dragged back to the wall, to the tapping of his rock against it, to the place where it changes, almost imperceptibly. Or maybe completely imperceptibly, and he's finding it some other way. Whatever
The rock in his fingers scrapes against the walls again, marking out a rough spot, and then Nate is looking around, noticing for the first time that Sunjata is already a step ahead of him. "Look at you go." He rumbles, mostly to himself, before joining in the search. Though his own criteria are far looser than a pickaxe specifically. "We just need something with a point, to get a hole started."
The rock in his fingers scrapes against the walls again, marking out a rough spot, and then Nate is looking around, noticing for the first time that Sunjata is already a step ahead of him. "Look at you go." He rumbles, mostly to himself, before joining in the search. Though his own criteria are far looser than a pickaxe specifically. "We just need something with a point, to get a hole started."
got a man, don't need him, but you wait
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
