[ Rafe spreads his hands wide, palms up, a clear shrug of appeasement...presuming you didn't know him at all. ]
That's not what you were saying in Libertalia, but then again. [ He sucks his teeth, disappointed. ] We did get a little cut off.
[ By Nadine's frustration boiling over, by Sam's clinging to an impossible con, by Avery goading them on and on to the finish line. But as annoying as may be, they are well and truly side-tracked so why not take the time to finish the conversation?
...But. Something is off. He can't put his finger on it but it's there, like the tang of salt in the air or the clammy paleness of Sam's ass in the morning sun. Even if the incomparable Drake Brothers™ were simply doing their best to put up a united front against him, he can't imagine Nate would be able to hold it long — for all that raw talent and intelligence he'd always been too emotional, irrational. There's no way he could still be tolerating Sam after finding out the truth of Sam's bullshit, the breadth of the deception. His eyes narrow slightly at Sam, a silent promise that those lies haven't been forgotten by a long goddamn shot. There's just no coming back from a betrayal like that—
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That's not what you were saying in Libertalia, but then again. [ He sucks his teeth, disappointed. ] We did get a little cut off.
[ By Nadine's frustration boiling over, by Sam's clinging to an impossible con, by Avery goading them on and on to the finish line. But as annoying as may be, they are well and truly side-tracked so why not take the time to finish the conversation?
...But. Something is off. He can't put his finger on it but it's there, like the tang of salt in the air or the clammy paleness of Sam's ass in the morning sun. Even if the incomparable Drake Brothers™ were simply doing their best to put up a united front against him, he can't imagine Nate would be able to hold it long — for all that raw talent and intelligence he'd always been too emotional, irrational. There's no way he could still be tolerating Sam after finding out the truth of Sam's bullshit, the breadth of the deception. His eyes narrow slightly at Sam, a silent promise that those lies haven't been forgotten by a long goddamn shot. There's just no coming back from a betrayal like that—
Is there? No. No way in hell. ]