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[fostersxn-blog]

⚛————————HIS EYES WIDEN IN SHOCK AND RESPECT as he sees the woman in front of him. of course he knows who she is. who doesn’t at this point? he’d read the stories as a kid. sometimes it’s still strange to know his mother interacted with this world. that he’s getting to now.  ❝Hi! I’m Nate, I’m giving the presentation later but...I just...wanted to say....hi.❞ ||  starter for @murder-popsicle

[ruralhearted]

→starter for:             ↪ @quietresistence

                   ‘Kat....can I talk to you? About something really important?’

[fostersxn-blog]

&starter for @quietresistance​

⚛------------------------HE SUPPOSES he should offer to help. he’s been debating for several seconds if it’d be rude or kind to step in but watching her try to reel one box in with another from the top shelf makes up his mind. it’s adorable to watch but he can only imagine how frustrating it can be. stepping behind her, he reaches up and pulls down the cereal box she’d been attempting to grab handing it to her. ❝ I’m sure you could have gotten it but you have to admit, this is much easier. ❞ a kind smile makes its way onto his face hoping it shows that he means no offense or assumptions about her abilities, just that he wanted to be nice.

[ruralhearted]

→starter for               ↪ @quietresistence

❛ ——I didn’t realize they made men in so many varieties. My Lord, thank you for your wonders.❜

[allamericnrcgers]

starter for @murder-popsicle

———————— three months, eleven days, twelve hours and nine minutes. that's how long it'd been since he'd last heard his mother's verse and it weighed on him. how was he supposed to keep this up? keep on living when the only person who truly loved him was gone?

it all seems so pointless now. the idea that anyone could ever get better. that life would get better. so far, it only seemed that life was getting worse and, at least if he stayed here, safe in is his mother's bed....it could at least hurt a little less.

he hasn't left the house in weeks. hasn't needed to thanks to his mother's canned good supplies. he doesn't know if he'll actually ever leave the house again at this point. there's nothing for him out there and maybe it's time to accept that.

he slips out of the bed to get another glass of whatever was left in the bottle he'd opened last night, ready to do the same as he's done the day before and the day before that. even when he hears the knocking, he tries his best to tune it out. they'll go away eventually.

[fostersxn-blog]

⚛————————TODAY HAD BEEN A FAIRLY DECENT DAY. he’d managed to finish the last few pages of his evaluations at work. the grocery store was practically empty and they’d had a nice sale on cheeses. gas went down three cents. and, most importantly, he’d gotten off work early. it was a good day but the moment he turned down his all, he saw a man standing by his door. frowning, he keeps walking to his apartment, already on the defense.  ❝Hi....Can I help you?❞ || starter for @horsetm

[fostersxn-blog]

cont. from x with @imanavenger

⚛————————HE BLINKS IN CONFUSION and a bit of worry. the other is spouting off several things and it takes a moment to make sense of everything said. it’s not exactly the first time someone’s compared him to thor but never to that extreme. and he’s more than certain there’s no relation between him and the god from asgard.  ❝ I am not related to Thor nor do I know him but....thanks? I think....No, I’m just here in place of my Mom. She couldn’t come but I know her work like the back of my hand so....Nate Foster.❞ he holds out a hand for the other giving a small smile.