Always running his mouth, yeah he's got a few scars
The order to stop coming after the steps back, and the attempt to seem firm brought a low chuckle to Nate's lips, the sound utterly humourless. It was a play, an attempt to seem strong, and it kept him still for the moment, brow raising as he looked over the other man. "Why? I'm not even in arms reach." As if to demonstrate, he swing his arm out, tips of his fingers falling far short of the stranger. Though, without those two steps back, it would be a different story.
Though he had slumped into a tired sag, there was still venom in Nate's mouth, a sigh hissing out of him before his words. "First, you lose all your blood. Then you don't need to breath." He all but rolled his eyes with the description. "I was... made like this. Made to be like this." The concern has him reeling back a little, face hardening again, his shoulders coming back up, though it was more defensive than aggressive this time. "The only thing I got cursed by was a fucking inability to say no to some whining skid."
Though he had slumped into a tired sag, there was still venom in Nate's mouth, a sigh hissing out of him before his words. "First, you lose all your blood. Then you don't need to breath." He all but rolled his eyes with the description. "I was... made like this. Made to be like this." The concern has him reeling back a little, face hardening again, his shoulders coming back up, though it was more defensive than aggressive this time. "The only thing I got cursed by was a fucking inability to say no to some whining skid."
NATE
