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"you stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?"

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@hellreleased: both muses are doing something for fun, but begin competing for some reason --> nate & sam

he pauses halfway up the face of the small cliff they’re scaling to peer down at the younger drake. “keeping up, little brother?” sam doesn’t even attempt to hide the teasing quality in his tone, nor does he hide the smirk on his lips. “y’know,” he adds, before he starts making his way up once again, “i won’t blame you if you need to call it quits.” pauses just long enough in his taunt to focus on adjusting his grip so he can make a slight jump to a higher position, landing with a grunt that makes it’s way into his words. “some people just can’t carry their age.”

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❛ if i can still breathe , i’m fine . ❜ -- how about older leon, for nate or sam drake?

“that’s the spirit,” the elder drake gives the man a sharp pat on the shoulder. a part of him is relieved that he’s not going to have to carry the man out of here; experience says that’s never a good sign, and an invitation for all shit to go to hell. not that things haven’t taken a shit turn, but he’s been through worse. “still got ammo? kind of have a feeling getting out of here isn’t in our favor.”

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“ i did meet some of the most insufferable people but they also met me ” / nadine @ sam

“you’re talking about me, aren’t you? i feel like you’re talking about me.” it’s... mostly rhetorical. whenever nadine mentions anything remotely resembling annoyance, it’s about sam. and for no reason! he’s been nice. ish. 

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“How ya doing there, champ?” / nadine @ sam

sam’s currently laying dazed on the ground, no thanks to nadine. well somewhat thanks to nadine, because it’s better than being crushed under a crate, but it still feels like she didn’t try very hard. either way, sam’s seeing stars, literally seeing stars, and he knows he’s gonna have a headache tomorrow. probably tonight. still, he pushes himself into a sitting position, hand on his head. “yeah, that’s a concussion. definitely a concussion.”

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[ text ] –– be bigger than the bear. take the high road, and do not stoop to the bear’s level. / nate @ sam

{txt: broseph} did i ever tell you about the time mom dropped you on your head as a baby{txt: broseph} don’t philosophize at me{txt: broseph} i’m gonna BE the bear

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’ You’re just jealous 'cause I’m pretty! ’ / nate @ sam

sam snorts. “pretty ugly.” wow okay, definitely a third grade response, but so is nate’s accusation, so their even. nathan should just consider him lucky that sam didn’t stoop so low as to stick his tongue out this time.

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“Thank god you’re breathing.” / nate @ sam

when he blinks his eyes open, he’s like ninety percent sure he’s dead. nate’s usually the one to break things on climbs -- sam’s almost never had something crack under his weight. made for good jokes, too. and hey, he’ll joke that nate broke it first and therefore it was already kaput when sam latched on, but that’s for after he stops feeling like he fell off a cliff. except he sort of did fall off a cliff, if he remembers right, which he kind of doesn’t because of the whole head smacking thing. sam blinks a couple more times to get the triple vision of nate looming over him to go away. and then he’s groaning as he pushes himself up. “jesus. are you sure i am?”