Always running his mouth, yeah he's got a few scars
Technically, Nate had agreed to this. Hell, it had even been eagerly, the prospect of some hard work for the reward of canals through the streets seeming like a fair trade off, a different way to spend a few days. That had been before Sunjata had taken a knife in the gut though. They're still here though, Nate's arm wrapped around the attuned, as much to give support as it is to keep him from rushing too much. Above his head, just out of reach, if he were to try, Pemota floats, keeping up with them easily.
The distant, placeholder grin on his face fades as they settle near Melita, as Sunjata's words reach him. "My hero." He murmurs back, lips close enough to the other mans cheek that its practically a kiss, then turns to face Remi, eyes roaming around the crowd, the wealth of people he's seen, but doesn't know.
The distant, placeholder grin on his face fades as they settle near Melita, as Sunjata's words reach him. "My hero." He murmurs back, lips close enough to the other mans cheek that its practically a kiss, then turns to face Remi, eyes roaming around the crowd, the wealth of people he's seen, but doesn't know.
NATE
