[ It's valid, and Nate's main reservations are restricted to his ability to remember every traumatic event when he's the sort of person to bury them, deep. He opens his mouth to agree when Five shifts, something is bumped, and a small orb falls out of a jacket pocket and rolls across the floor before gently tapping the toe of his boot.
Nate stoops to pick it up before he can help himself, an ingrained need to handle anything shiny reaching for the white marble that he realizes is a glass eye as soon as it hits the light of his lantern.
He raises an eyebrow as he straightens up again, turning the iris in Five's direction. ]
no subject
Nate stoops to pick it up before he can help himself, an ingrained need to handle anything shiny reaching for the white marble that he realizes is a glass eye as soon as it hits the light of his lantern.
He raises an eyebrow as he straightens up again, turning the iris in Five's direction. ]
So...this is creepy.