nonscriptum: and it shows (I couldn't be happier)
𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎 ([personal profile] nonscriptum) wrote 2020-10-06 07:58 pm (UTC)

[ Nate's shoulders lift and fall, a grudging agreement accompanied with a quiet I read a lot of books, because that's really what it came down to. Sam would dig out a bunch of cheap stuff at a thrift store and inundate Nate with reading material, and Nate would in turn chase leads he enjoyed to their natural ends, branching off in dozens of directions. He liked the detective work of it, the immersion. Because of that, though, he missed out on chemistry and ended up having to teach himself a lot of stuff when it came to getting certified for scuba.

It's not unflattering enough, though. Nate opens his mouth, closes it again, thinks. Most of his stock isn't embarrassing or unflattering so much as it is sad, which isn't the kind of olive oil you want to start dipping your metaphorical bread into when you're high.
]

Oh, wait-

[ He visibly brightens, holding one finger up in a "hold, please" sort of gesture, pushes up his sleeves that he has already pushed up, and shakes his shoulders out as though preparing for an act. In one palm he presents the lighter between them, and then proceeds to wave his other hand over it - gone. Hands up, no lighter. He deftly reaches behind Ian's head and withdraws it again, visible, before twisting another gesture and presenting nothing.

Hands down, followed by a small wave at Ian's shirt.
]

Check your pocket.

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