- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
Arms shift and adjust, letting Sunjata move however he wants against Nate's chest, blue eyes looking down at the attuned as he does. The smile is still on his face, a small huff of a laugh escaping him at the teasing accusation. "Only sort of familiar, huh? Guess I should work on my delivery." Despite how pliable he was before, Nate is still as stone as he's pushed against, his posture not yielding, but a brow rising, the look on his face daring Sunjata to try harder.
The confession makes him snort though, Nate pulling back so he doesn't laugh directly in the attuneds face. "Are you serious?" The words are barely sensible between the laughter, but he manages to calm after a moment, speaking a little steadier. "That woulda been some fucking damper. I almost would have thought you were trying to sabotage our good time on purpose." There's a teasing tone to the words, played up by the almost tickling ripple of Nate's fingers along the other man's sides.
"So... you feel the uh, instincts, I guess, while your shifted?" The question came after a moment, after Nate had managed to control the worst of his laughter and could actually think past the humour. It would be interesting to know, considering the lack that he felt with most things, the shifts he steals just a skin, something to wear once, but never fully step into.
The confession makes him snort though, Nate pulling back so he doesn't laugh directly in the attuneds face. "Are you serious?" The words are barely sensible between the laughter, but he manages to calm after a moment, speaking a little steadier. "That woulda been some fucking damper. I almost would have thought you were trying to sabotage our good time on purpose." There's a teasing tone to the words, played up by the almost tickling ripple of Nate's fingers along the other man's sides.
"So... you feel the uh, instincts, I guess, while your shifted?" The question came after a moment, after Nate had managed to control the worst of his laughter and could actually think past the humour. It would be interesting to know, considering the lack that he felt with most things, the shifts he steals just a skin, something to wear once, but never fully step into.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
