Oh, well,Nate grinned through a wince,
Who ever, needed t'breathe, anyway?
He managed to get to his feet, and from there it got a bit easier to focus on one foot before the other. Adrenaline was a helluva drug and now his lungs weren't clean stolen from him all he really had to contend with was the pain that arced out of every step, inhale, or repartee.
I'm fine.He wouldn't need to take a break.
(He would.)
3-3-3 || IC ≠ OOC || Fiction ≠ Reality
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.
The crow Ko-Ga is Nate's constant companion and may appear in any of his posts/threads!











