nate-kennington:
“Not my fault you started sounding boring,” he shrugged, then took off his shirt to stay just in his tank top. He decided not to say anything about all the bruises on and around his neck and picked up his sword. “Let’s dance.”
Dawn raised her blade, waiting for Nate to finish taking off his shirt and assume his own fighting stance. But when he turned around after picking up his sword, she was taken aback. “Uh– Nate... what the hell? What’s up with those?” Dawn asked, nodding towards the bruises that he wore like a collar.
















