[ Nathan's head turns sharp at the sentence. Recognizes the guy, in an off-handed kind of way. Just enough to pin him as one of the displaced. Not enough to know his name, or what the fuck he's up to by being here. Taking in the sights, maybe, just like Nathan is.
Some fucking neighborhood. Nathan settles his weight by being thrown half-into someone else as someone clips past. No apologies exchanged, no comment about the cleaners; just tension settling into Nathan's jaw, brow furrowed so deeply as he searches for the original culprit it's like someone socked him in the face. He does not give a shit about the fact his shoes are gonna smell like beer. He does give a shit about this place. ]
This is fucking barbaric.
[ Distaste pulls clear at Nathan's mouth, turning what might be a slight twist of displeasure into an outright flat line. The tension in his jaw tightens. ]
no subject
Some fucking neighborhood. Nathan settles his weight by being thrown half-into someone else as someone clips past. No apologies exchanged, no comment about the cleaners; just tension settling into Nathan's jaw, brow furrowed so deeply as he searches for the original culprit it's like someone socked him in the face. He does not give a shit about the fact his shoes are gonna smell like beer. He does give a shit about this place. ]
This is fucking barbaric.
[ Distaste pulls clear at Nathan's mouth, turning what might be a slight twist of displeasure into an outright flat line. The tension in his jaw tightens. ]
Who the hell is this all for?