- NATE -
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
There's a slight sense of relief that comes with Sunjata following him, the attuned picking out other colours of paint. It at least lends the illusion that between them, they know what they're doing. And with the peace apparently stable enough to not boil over in violence, Nate can relax a little, can enjoy the simple work of painting with his fiance at his side. Even getting some kind of leg up over Sam is forgotten in lieu of the laugh that leaves him as a splash of paint colours his cheek. "Oops, huh?" He snorts, his own brush rising in retaliation to smear green along the other mans jaw.
It's hard to believe that Sam felt secure enough to leave them alone in the shop, but it's something else Nate isn't going to complain about. And the only thing he does is reach out to grab Sunjata, pressing a kiss against him, and making sure to press their cheeks together to spread the attuned's favourite colour on him.
Sam pops his head back in long enough to tell them to keep doing what they were (thanks boss) and to fix them with a hard, distrustful look before slipping away again. All Nate offered in response was a thumbs up, his focus on the wall they were working on, and the man beside him.
He let Sunjata take the lead with the design, following after him and adding detail, filling in shapes. And getting messy. By the time Sam returned, the wall would be done, and the pair of them would be covered in incriminating handprints. He didn't know if the same could be said for Sunjata, but Nate didn't even have the decency to look anything but smugly satisfied, waiting to see if there was anything else to be done, or if they were free to head out again.
It's hard to believe that Sam felt secure enough to leave them alone in the shop, but it's something else Nate isn't going to complain about. And the only thing he does is reach out to grab Sunjata, pressing a kiss against him, and making sure to press their cheeks together to spread the attuned's favourite colour on him.
Sam pops his head back in long enough to tell them to keep doing what they were (thanks boss) and to fix them with a hard, distrustful look before slipping away again. All Nate offered in response was a thumbs up, his focus on the wall they were working on, and the man beside him.
He let Sunjata take the lead with the design, following after him and adding detail, filling in shapes. And getting messy. By the time Sam returned, the wall would be done, and the pair of them would be covered in incriminating handprints. He didn't know if the same could be said for Sunjata, but Nate didn't even have the decency to look anything but smugly satisfied, waiting to see if there was anything else to be done, or if they were free to head out again.
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Can you get up off your knees?
