[ The way Nate delivers that pulls a residual, amused laugh from him. He shakes his head on the way to the kitchen, and he returns with the fruit(juice)s of his labor in two glasses.
When he plops down onto the couch it's irreverently, and unintentionally a few inches closer. ]
Dude... how... why do you know how to do fucking... magic? When did you learn that?
[ The song changes to something thankfully less incriminating, and he props one foot at a time up onto the coffee table, crossed at the ankles. ]
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When he plops down onto the couch it's irreverently, and unintentionally a few inches closer. ]
Dude... how... why do you know how to do fucking... magic? When did you learn that?
[ The song changes to something thankfully less incriminating, and he props one foot at a time up onto the coffee table, crossed at the ankles. ]
Or- wait, is that your actual power?