–* the comic kid @natehackett - Tumblr Blog

joe keery he/him/cis man “ watch out , NATHAN 'NATE' HACKETT has crash-landed into roswell !! they look thirty years old and celebrate their birthday on march fifteenth. they are from reno, nevada, reside in the GREYSTONE COMPLEX and are currently working as an attendant at the lunar laundromat. one thing you should know about them is back in reno, his parents’ garage has his collection of comics and fan memorabilia – combined, they’re worth over $500,000. ” ( guppy, mst, she/her, 21 )

enderbaptista

she knew it . she swore she knew it . ender's dark eyes flickered to the sky , searching the paths of her brain to the exact place she had stored such a snippet of information . with such a pretty exterior it was assumed that she was dumb — oh , how painfully far from the truth . the woman thought back to that strange , smelly cowboy she had encountered a few weeks back , reeking of something ... she had it . " moonshine !! " she hissed beneath the hubbub of the bar , tapping the paper for nate to write . with a scrunch of her nose , she added , " — don't even ask . "

natehackett

nate watched, on the edge of his seat, as ender did her little processing thing. it was impressive when she produced the answer like a toaster popping out bread with a loud "ding!" he put pencil to paper and wrote down moonshine. "smelly cowboy... what? when was this?" of course his reply was a definite breach of "don't even ask," but saying that was like a call to get questions. "nice thinkin', tex," he mimicked in his best impression of dr. venkman of ghostbusters. he stayed silent as the quiz-master readied up for the next question.

#–*. THREAD | you know i talk too much #–*. ENDER | who're ya talkin' to?

meilanibrudenell

There wasn't much Meilani knew about washers and dryers — in fact, there wasn't much the female knew about anything when it came to living an independent life. Any lessons she had learned had either been trial and error or, in the cases that she was lucky, taught by her grandmother. "I think it may be best for everyone if I hire someone. I don't think the neighbors would much care for me creating an incidental indoor pool." His words seemed simple enough on the surface, but the mere thought of tackling a task such as repair filled her with anxiety more than anything, requiring a faith for herself that she didn't hold. "Oh-...you...you really don't have to." It felt wrong, being handed what felt like charity, certainly not someone who had ever needed it, recent days often spent pondering how to better spend the money she did have. His continued direction make it clear he's likely not soon to change his mind and a concern for having to ask him to repeat himself has her moving to follow the instructions; inserting her quarters, opening the door and then loading in her clothes.

natehackett

"an accidental pool would be a great way to beat the dry summer heat that's coming. if you didn't tell your landlord about it, then you'll just have an extra amenity you've created for yourself," he winked, trying to make light of what could go really badly if it was a problem left untreated. even a small leak in the floor could cause warping, foundational issues, and a heap of other problems. maybe it was for the best that she call for someone else to help with any broken appliances. "eh, it would feel weird taking a whole twenty for something so incidental. don't even worry about it, dude." nate watched as she followed through with what he told her to do. once her clothes were loaded in, he asked his next question, "did you bring your own detergent? or, would you like to use one of the pods those kids left behind?" he gestured to the pile of detergent pods that were scattered near the machine after the teenage pranksters had left. nate would have to throw them away in the end, and he saw that as such a waste. but, it was his boss's policy whenever this happened, and it had happened more than once.

#–*. THREAD | you know i talk too much #–*. MEILANI | who're ya talkin' to?

ivymarberry

“It is, in a way.” The moment you befriend a mechanic, you got at least a dozen more ready to find one way or another to 'initiate you' into the family. A family which is totally deranged and chaotic but absolutely ready to have each other's back. "Fate it seems... It was my pa who joined before me. Then I was too small and did some trouble on the farm instead! But when he started bringing me to work, it felt like I had a whole sea of brothers... And in-laws! Plus the rest in between." While Ivy was still young when they moved here, their past felt like yesterday. A past that was nothing like this life, but the kid learned to live perfectly fine in Roswell.

It was still a mystery to Ivy and everyone else if she would ever go through with going to college. She didn't fear the costs or the work, but rather the lack of award(s) after graduation. And to be honest, after hearing Nate's suggestion of printing it herself? Why the hell not! Not like they're gonna use it on anyone.

“Other than fixin’ cars, taking them apart is more fun!... Even if it makes people mad. sometimes.” They shrug, visibly amused by distant memories. Such as the first time she got caught red-handed taking apart a client's car who was just in for an oil change, simply because she saw it as the 'right thing to do'. Whatever that meant back then. "I understand though. When I hear about the other jobs people have, I always wonder if I ever wanna pick up somethin' else. But everythin' is sweet at the shop for me right now... Unless you count the fightin' with scrap and the little bickering with the local cowboys."

natehackett

"i can't say i've gained a family like that working at the laundromat," in fact, nate rarely interacted with his coworkers. more often than not, it was just one of the attendants in the shop at a time. he spent most of his shifts alone, behind the desk, reading through a recent comic book issue. he mainly caught glimpses of his coworkers as they did a shift-switch or at a crew meeting held by the laundromat's owner. "i already have four biological siblings of my own, though. it's the exact number of siblings needed to drive me insane." he loved to talk shit about his older and younger brothers and sisters, but when it came down to it they were all empty words. he was ride or die for each of his siblings. "'making trouble on the farm,' you said? did you grow up on a farm, then?" nate had only one experience of being out on a farm. he was on a class trip, and a cow had licked his arm, leaving it slobbery and sticky. a gross, but interesting experience.

"well, it's like, how the hell are you gonna figure out how to fix them without knowing all the inner workings of a machine. sometimes you gotta take something apart to put it back together again," he agreed, knowing that he'd done the same thing with more than a few appliances in his lifetime. "at least you're not the one having the scrap thrown at you. you can just sit and work while they work out their differences. it's kind of like having a tv or a radio in the background as you work. a little bit of noise to keep your brain active."

#–*. THREAD | you know i talk too much #–*. IVY | who're ya talkin' to?

parkjilei

“ if i’m your padawan — ” park-ji interjected with a raise of their finger , “ does that mean i need to grow a gross rat-tail and cut off my arm , because i’m not sure i’m ready for that kind of commitment . listen , i’ll go and do my homework if you do yours . i need you to train yourself up on mortal kombat , cobra kai style , for a tournament next week . me , you , some takeout , and some fatalities . ” their entire friendship was veiled with nerdisms ; what a better way to bond? although pj did, admittedly , poke fun at their counterpart for his devout faith towards comicbooks , stan lee and the scripture of marvel and dark horse , they were just as bad . " or i could be ahsoka — i could whip you with my tendrils. that'll serve you for always picking on me , "

sometimes they wished they could afford to live in greystone, a stone's throw away from their best friend, safe from kids swiping scrap metal ( or cowboys chasing raccoons with saucepans ) . still , what would life be without a little spice ?? “ i suppose , if having your tongue half burned off is considered ‘ good ‘ . i’m willing to give it a try though — just for you , “ once they came into the proximity of greystone , their arm dropped and instead took hold of nate's fingers to half drag him up the steps , able to navigate to his apartment blind if they ever had to . " not as excited as i am . " they spoke over their shoulder , near tripping over their toes as they took the steps two at a time .

natehackett

"um, well, arms being cut off is just an anakin skywalker thing, i think," he was ignoring the fact that luke skywalker lost a hand. "the rat-tail thing, though, that's a must. if we don't have matching rat-tails, then we can't be best friends anymore. i think ahsoka only avoided having a rat-tail because of the tendrils. unfortunately for you, and lucky for me, you have the perfect type of hair to make a little rat-tail."

he would absolutely participate in a "tournament" with pj if it meant returning the favor for the work they were about to put in. nate didn't have the hand-eye coordination to be a great gamer. sure, he liked hitting the arcade and playing a few rounds of mortal kombat or street fighter, but he hadn't ever trained like a pro-gamer. he knew that if it came down to a contest between him and pj in one of the many fighting games out there, pj would easily take that w. "alright, next week and you're on. just don't be surprised when i whip out some sick ass button combos. you'll be shook."

nate bumbled up the steps behind pj, giving their fingers a playful tug. "how are you gonna get in without me to provide the key?" nate called up to pj who was a couple of steps ahead. he used his free hand to pull the keys from his pocket and waggle them in front of pj's nose. "okay, well we can do half-and-half. you get what you want on one half and i get my nuclear combo on the other. you'll be totally jelly when you smell the sweet scent of my 'za, dude. in the end, i know i'll hear you just begging for a slice from my side of the pie."

#–*. THREAD | you know i talk too much #–*. PARK JI | who're ya talkin' to?

pcrasitic

nate .

nate looks down at the spray of ketchup across his white t-shirt. it’s one of his favorites, too. a detective comics vintage batman shirt he had gotten off of a seller at a convention almost seven years ago. it had already come with some light staining on the bottom edge of the shirt, but nate had been careful to avoid any further blotches. now, there was red slowly seeping into the white of the shirt. “no!” nate cried out, reaching for a napkin as fast as lightning. “i need soda water! stat! please,” he called to whoever was listening, hopefully the waiter would abide by the request and bring some over from the tap. “fuck, FUCK, fuck, fuck…”

it’s amusing , he won’t lie — the theatrics coming from the neighbouring booth . lips almost curve into a closed mouth chortle , sounding nothing more than a huff coming from the back of his throat . he hadn’t meant to splatter the condiment so far , but it was providing free entertainment , that was for sure . “ jesus , bud . it’s just a shirt , “ froggy hollers over his booth , creasing brows at the sight of nate . “ it don’t amount to a hill a beans . better off duds got plenty more of ‘em . “

natehackett

"JUST A SHIRT?!" nate spluttered, frantically pulling napkins from the diner-style dispenser at his booth. the waitress came over with a glass of seltzer water sprayed straight from the soda tap and nate didn't hesitate to plunge the napkins in the glass then dab them against the off-white fabric. "does detective comics issue number twenty-seven mean anything to you? do the names bill kane and bob finger register? what about motherfucking batman?" maybe there was a bit of moisture dotting his eyes, they hadn't blossomed into full blown tears... yet.

#–*. THREAD | you know i talk too much #–*. FROGGY | who're ya talkin' to?#sorry i am stuck with the beta editor (':

exgr4tia

" ah , so i bet you're a darn expert at gettin' in your brother's ways , getting right up their asses , " was it a biological fact that all little siblings were inherently annoying ?? he supposed he was the same , his status as the ' eldest ' promoting him — whether he liked it or not — to the position of father . the thought of becoming a dad himself made striker shudder , and yet he had wrestled on the boots of his siblings and carted them to school , swatted cigarettes from their hands all in an effort for them to grow up just a little better than he did . " they ain't . one works at the wild pony — you been there ?? he's in security an' usually has to turf me out every damn weekend to stop me gettin' barred . i'm surprised you ain't seen him around . name's froggy , " just like his own moniker , the boys had chosen something cooler than their christian names. anyone that called striker ' stephen ' was asking for a fist in the jaw . " i'm the only rancher , even though i raised 'em knowin' how to milk a cow and chase chickens . " who could blame them for not following in his footsteps ; unlike nate , their family business was less dishwashers and trash chutes and more brewing moonshine in the storage closet . the cane that licked at his arms barely registered as they strode through the ranch . if nate was stuck there for the foreseeable , it made sense to at least offer him the grand tour . " those are people i grew up with back in tennessee . we ain't got all fancy names like your folk . " although there was nothing fancy about big red, ass-kickin' roberts or the aforementioned characters he was raised by . " well , you're stuck here , so you ain't got no choice but to go along with it or run your ass back to main street on your own . "

natehackett

"i mean, my eldest brother, brian, was, like, fifteen when i was born," he calculated the age difference in his head, nate was prone to forget the exact number of years between him and each of his four siblings. "so, i actually didn't spend as much time with him as i spent with my other brother, jamie. james is only eight years apart from me. so, he was just old enough to have some authority over me, but just young enough that i wanted to do everything he was doing. i think it was a relief for him when he moved out of the house by the time i turned eleven. then there's heather, she's five years older than me. she was forced to drive me to middle school once she got her license, and babysat every time my parents had date night. but, those duties were passed down to me with my youngest sister, beth. she's only three years younger than me. she used to look up to me with these little stars in her eyes, and now the kid's more successful than me, if you can believe it." nate could rant on and on about his family. he loved them a lot, and they were a huge part of why he was the way that he was: his car was a shitty hand-me-down from his brother brian; he'd bought his first comic book on a trip to the video store with jamie and heather; and he used to screen horror movies with beth scaring her so bad he'd end up sleeping on her floor to keep her company lest the monsters show up. god, he couldn't wait to get home to his large, lovable family.

"the wild pony? i've been a couple of times, but always felt out of place. i don't have the cowboy boots or hat yet to fit in with the regular crowd," he bit down on the inside of his cheek. sometimes he would go to the wild pony for shows from bands he followed, but on regular nights he tended to stay at home. bars weren't quite his scene. "the next time i'm there, i'll ask for froggy and let him know his brother sent me. or, will that get you in a boatload of trouble?" nate had probably seen the other cannon brother without recognizing who it was. froggy might have even been the guy who sprayed ketchup on his collector's shirt a while back.

"please tell me there will be no milking of bertha? or, chasing of chickens?" nate felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of touching an udder. they looked like alien tentacles, and there was no way he would be touching one with a six foot pole. he scratched a spot on his arm which was starting to welt from the pollen of the tall grass. "if you think my name is fancy, you should tell that to cotton-eye randy, or robert, or whatever it was. i think that's a helluva lot fancier than 'nathan anthony hackett.'" nate shut up when striker suggested a run back to main street. he could brave a cow if it meant he wouldn't have to brave the desert as the afternoon sun fell and temperatures dropped dramatically.

#–*. THREAD | you know i talk too much #–*. STRIKER | who're ya talkin' to?

parkjilei

maybe if they had become a lawyer their father would have accepted them . perhaps , if they put themself through countless years at college , waving diplomas and certificates and throwing a hat above their head , they would have his respect … but did park-ji really want it , after all that time ?? sure , their musical ventures had barely floated an inch off the ground , but they could get by in their single-wide trailer . for now , that was enough . the decision to trade in a notepad and pen for nylon strings had been tough , but there wasn't an inch of regret in those dark eyes . “ i like comics !! “ they protested , although not nearly at the level that nate did . “ for allowance i used to get two tomb raider back issues if i was well behaved . then again , i rarely was … i just don’t know all the ins and outs like you do , “ to a fellow nerd , it was impressive . their knowledge existed within pixels rather than panels — nate would be well within his rights to turn around and mock the other once the controllers were whipped out , treating video games although they were life-or-death situations .

fresh spring air replaced the repugnant stench of body odour and grease . they walked ahead , despite only having a vague recollection of where nate resided . they would blame their scatterbrain for their struggle retaining such information — park-ji lost more picks than they could count , left bills unpaid for weeks upon weeks . " sounds nuclear , " they spoke with a smile over one shoulder , " i'm in . we'll call once we're settled among the wreckage . you excited to spend an evening with your best bud ?? " standing on tiptoes , an arm looped around nate's shoulders .

natehackett

"see, but i live and breathe comics," if nate didn't have comics in his life, he didn't know what he would do. he couldn't even think about it, the image of a world without those glossy pages was too horrible to bear. "one day, young padawan, i will teach you those ins-and-outs. if you're really interested, your first assignment would be to watch batman & bill. it gives you all the tea on bill finger and bob kane's tumultuous relationship." nate also had a backlog of youtube video essays he would send pj later, should they ask for more information. or, he might just throw one on while they ate their pizza and alphabetized comics together.

nate caught up with pj in a few strides, taking the lead as he made the turns towards the greystone apartments. maybe, just maybe, he had picked the complex because of its proximity to forbidden planet. nate would never tell anyone the truth of the matter, though. "'nuclear'... is that... that's good right?" he asked, his forehead creasing. it was hard to keep up with all the new slang. he was still stuck on "rizz" being used unironically. "oh, i am more than excited to spend an evening with my best bud. especially with the extra hands to help with comic bagging. i can't tell you how daunting this task will be," nate patted pj's hand which was slung over his shoulder. it was lucky for pj that they were just seeing his collection here in new mexico. back home in nevada, it was a whole other can of worms.

#–*. THREAD | you know i talk too much #–*. PARK JI | who're ya talkin' to?

exgr4tia

“ you could say that , yeah . “ his brothers were his everything , but striker would be lying if he said living on top of one another wasn’t annoying . the newest addition to his frustrations had been froggy’s spawn — with such terrible genes , a hereditary anger , he had already lectured his younger sibling about not ‘ sticking something on the end of it ‘ and getting a woman pregnant . despite loving being an uncle , a grown child himself , he knew such responsibilities weren’t meant for men with their last name . “ i got two brothers , both younger . they’re the reason i’m already goin’ grey but i love ‘em all the same . wouldn’t know what i’d do without them , “ he wouldn’t have made it to his ripe old age , that was for sure . the trio kept each other on the straight and narrow , even if they veered to the side every once in a while .

a single nod . “ yeah , i’m from the south , “ and those elongated syllables , voice thick like maple syrup , would be enough for nate to place that he was from a little further afield than roswell . “ from tennessee originally , so you best not shit over those appalachians . i was raised under their shadow . you don’t want none of those cowboys in your movie . if you want a real hero , i’d put you in touch with boxcar johnson or cotton-eye randy , “ fingers clicked together , and he moved through the brush towards a barn with flaking paint and rusted fixings . “ well , you’re meetin’ bertha today , “ he responded , tugging at the lock and heaving the double doors open with an ‘ oof . ‘ “ she’s my best friend out here , “ and likely his best friend of all time , even if she couldn’t talk back and only ate hay , apples and the occasional carrot .

natehackett

"i am the younger brother," nate huffed, his arms crossed over his chest. "got two older bros, one older sister, and one younger. my house was like a zoo, but for children... so, a preschool, i guess?" he scratched at his forehead as he thought of the word. "what are your brothers like? do they also work on ranches?" it might seem strange for anyone else to ask if a whole family was in a certain line of work, but for nate it was typical. his whole family was in appliance repair, so it might as well figure that other families had similar set ups to his own. it never hurt to ask.

"there will be no shitting on or over the appalachians. i'm sure they're beautiful," it was possible that nate might make it out to tennessee one day. today was not that day, though. he was out in a random part of the chihuahuan desert on his way to nevada. "boxcar who now? cotton-eye what?" it sounded like gibberish to nate, who was more comfortable with the names of superheroes and movie characters than these real people. the comic aficionado followed behind striker, swatting at brush as it came too close to his calves. he knew his hayfever would be running rampant after this, there was already a tickle in the back of his throat. "a cow being your best friend out here really doesn't help with the whole horror movie isolation trope. just saying."

#–*. THREAD | you know i talk too much #–*. STRIKER | who're ya talkin' to?

enderbaptista

“ sure . “ ender muttered , not believing his words for a minute . granted , she had felt a little silly walking into the public library and heading straight for the ‘ movies ‘ section , but the research had been fruitful once a pair of dark sunglasses had been donned as a disguise . although she was no longer in education , her entire life was stretched before her as one long opportunity to learn — it may not have been as high brow as keats and yeats , but knowledge was knowledge . thanking the adjudicator , each team was handed a sheet of paper for their answers . “ you better hope we get a flag round , then , “ teased ender with a wink , “ so you can show me your new talent , “

natehackett

"oh, i am just hoping and praying to the lord and savior, jesus christ, himself that we get a flag round," actually, nate was doing the exact opposite. he was asking whatever powers may be to give him anything but a flag round. "i think the first question is coming," nate held up his beer to gesture towards the quiz-master who spoke into the mic. "first round, folks, is all about alcohol," nate whooped as the quiz-master announced the topic, "the first question is an easy one... white whiskey is also known by its name 'blank?' what is the blank we're looking for here, folks?"

#–*. THREAD | you know i talk too much #–*. ENDER | who're ya talkin' to?#alcohol mention tw

slutmio

JOE KEERY — photographed for Newburyport Magazine (2019)

#–*. FACE | pictures of nate

tizirisadaoui

"Choreography?" It's not as if her demeanor had been pleasant to begin with, but mild annoyance seemed to shift into something worse with the question. "It's not the WWE, غبي. There's no stupid fucking plotline or choreography, it's a legitimate sport and it's dangerous." It wasn't as if Tiziri neglected to acknowledge the hazards that came with the other, that incidents could and did happen, that the people involved presented a dedication and skill all their own. It didn't change the fact that it was a world apart from what she had spent her life doing, her time in the octagon actually the safest of the years she had spent making money with her fists. "I'm glad you're entertained." It was a common occurrence for those that met Tiziri to better understand the expression 'you should never meet your heroes' and yet she wasn't sure the same could be said for the male before her, his joyous demeanor exuding the energy that she could break his nose and the male would merely rejoice in the interaction.

natehackett

"SORRY, sorry. i just thought it was called fight choreography. you know, when they choreograph fight scenes in, like, john wick or even kingsman," he backed away a bit, his eyes shifting down towards the tile floor of the diner. nate felt like a child who had just been scolded for taking a piece of candy when he shouldn't have. to him, she seemed cruel like her characters, but he would rather have a celebrity who was brutally honest about their ego than someone who was overly sweet to his face and a dick behind his back. he had met people in sci-fi franchises and some of the marvel actors at comic cons. some of them had been harsh as well, but he got the picture and the memory of meeting the person behind a favorite character. so what if the interaction was bitter? he could still watch their movies without feeling too pressed about it. "you don't like your own movies?" he asked, his head cocking to the side.

#–*. THREAD | you know i talk too much #–*. TIZIRI | who're ya talkin' to?

enderbaptista

her rouged lips pursed . as much as ender appreciated nate's company , she still wasn't used to having to mince her words . the woman was harshly transparent ; sometimes it was welcome , like when she would not-so-politely remind her friends that they had lipstick on their teeth or crumbs in their hair . squinting dark eyes , ender cast her gaze to the sky as she thought back to her deep-dive of bloody antagonists . " freddie krueger ... pinhead ... what's the puppet with the red spirals on his cheeks ?? puzzle ... face . "

natehackett

OH, SHIT. so ender had been doing the work nate had assigned; he thought it was just a quirky little optional piece of side work. "uh, jigsaw," nate cleared his dry throat with a sip of his beer. "well, i can't do the flag thing without pictures of them... obviously. so, you'll just have to take my word for it. i am now like the king of flags ." what he was, was a liar, liar pants on fire.

#–*. THREAD | you know i talk too much #–*. ENDER | who're ya talkin' to?

exgr4tia

the news of brothers stopped striker in his tracks . if he knew anything it was how to deal with two younger boys that relied on him for every aspect of their life — food , drink , shelter and , most importantly , booze . " i don't like those movies . i mean , i ain't much for movies anyway — " he had only recently welcomed a television into their single-wide trailer after salvaging it from the scrapyard , round the back of a stray dog nest . " — feels like they're stealin' my culture . you know , it ain't all bad . people from down south are some of the nicest you're ever gonna come across so long as they ain't wearin' somebody's skin as a face mask . " the rolling deserts were home to the cowboy . they were comfortable they were safe and , if nate allowed him a moment to talk him down from his perch of terror , perhaps he would one day feel the same . " talkin' of cows , i know somebody who would help calm you down . i ever talked about bertha to you ?? "

natehackett

nate watched striker's disposition change with his words. he raised a brow then added, "is your family a pain in the ass, too?" as a middle child, he had the right to call his family "a pain in the ass." if anyone else tried to call his four siblings or parents the same thing, nate would let pain rain down on them. well, maybe not pain, but at least a soft pout. "well, good for the both of us that i've seen 'em all. the only thing that gives me a little bit of hope is the fact we're in the chihuahuan desert and not the appalachian mountains." nate shivered at the thought of ending up like any of the characters in those many, many movies. "so, you're from the south, then? well, if we were going to have a spaghetti western cowboy save the day in our horror movie, that's gone out the window. you ever seen tremors? you could have been our valentine mckee."

there had been a single point in the boy's life where he'd come near enough to a cow to touch it. it was on a field trip to a ranch when he was in the seventh grade. all he could remember was the slobbery tongue of the cow wrapping around his arm. kind of gross, also kind of cool. "no, you have never told me about bertha. i don't think there's been a more cow appropriate name in the history of cow names, though."

#–*. THREAD | you know i talk too much #–*. STRIKER | who're ya talkin' to?

CLOSED ( @kaitogabriel ) – area51

"dude! this band is so sick, right?" nate came bounding over to the bar, nose bloody from moshing, wallet in hand to grab his first drink of the night. it certainly was not his first substance of the night. "it must be cool to get to witness all the different bands that come through! if i got paid to bartend for these types of shows i would lose my shit."

#–*. THREAD | you know i talk too much #–*. GABRIEL | who're ya talkin' to?

pcrasitic

location: crashdown cafe open:to all

the sight’s less than ideal for anyone trying to enjoy a meal . froggy hunched in a booth quasimodo style , jaw unhinged around a burger . the bun’s squished in order to get at least half of it in his gob in one single bite . you’d swear he was starved , and truthfully he probably was . manners cease to exist in his world , and certainly so at three in the morning after a shift . distracted by the particular dryness of the patty , he hastily reaches for the bottle of ketchup . god this place was stingy — the glass bottle nearly on empty . it takes a few hard thwacks against the back of his palm and ketchup as it covers his plate and more than a few globs of the condiment fly over his table and across to the one in front of him . a nonchalant “ oops , “ slips out between chews . hardly sounding the least bit apologetic as the back of his hand mops a dribble of grease from his chin .

natehackett

nate looks down at the spray of ketchup across his white t-shirt. it's one of his favorites, too. a detective comics vintage batman shirt he had gotten off of a seller at a convention almost seven years ago. it had already come with some light staining on the bottom edge of the shirt, but nate had been careful to avoid any further blotches. now, there was red slowly seeping into the white of the shirt. "no!" nate cried out, reaching for a napkin as fast as lightning. "i need soda water! stat! please," he called to whoever was listening, hopefully the waiter would abide by the request and bring some over from the tap. "fuck, FUCK, fuck, fuck..."

#–*. THREAD | you know i talk too much #–*. FROGGY | who're ya talkin' to?

tizirisadaoui

Words and a demeanor that would sour many people's day seem to have no effect over the beaming male, as if Tiziri spitting her venom his way was the highlight of his year. It wasn't as if she hadn't heard all sorts of things from fans before, especially in years recent; requests to step on or punch someone were only the tip of the iceberg and only sometimes as much a joke as they seemed to be when shared on Twitter. This was different, the boy either oblivious or simply uncaring that Tiziri's vibe was a generally unpleasant one. "Well, you didn't see me looking like this, did you?" Contrary to his words, the drawing was good, great even — which is exactly why she couldn't wouldn't remark on such. If anything, she's thankful he'd chosen Jaylah as the object of his work, a face that didn't resemble hers so closely. "I mostly watched back old videos of me beating the shit out of people." Finally, after what took far too long, the pencil is placed onto the paper and her signature is scrawled across the blank space. With respect to his work, both items are carefully collected, lifting them and her gaze back his way, ignoring his offer entirely. "Or watched porn." It's complete bullshit, words to fuck with the male in front of her but delivered with a certainty that would make that questionable, not so much as blinking as they slipped from her mouth.

natehackett

if nate had been born only a few years later, he would definitely be on twitter posting fanboy tweets such as, "i wish [insert celebrity here] would drag me on the floor then spit in my mouth." luckily for the rest of the world, his early experience with fandom had been on forums and at comic cons. he had some restraint, the active word here being some. "do you do that often when shooting action films? looking at past fight choreography?" he asked, eyes wide like a full moon. now that he had her signature on his drawing, he could die happy. there were few encounters with celebrities that would have made him as ecstatic as this moment. nate doesn't even miss a beat laughing at the porn-watching comment. "you're funny, too? dude, this is crazy. who would've thought... huh? look at us!"

#–*. THREAD | you know i talk too much #–*. TIZIRI | who're ya talkin' to?

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