bottom half of trenchcoat | nate | trial 1
Were Nate wearing nicer clothes, he probably would have cared about the fact that black mascara was dropping onto his white shirt.
Luckily, paintball had taught him the value in wearing the cheapest clothes possible. So at least on this front, he was well suited for having a goth gf.
Ah, but then there's the matter of comforting his goth gf when she was having goth feelings...
Well, it's not that he didn't care, but. He didn't really know how to respond, other than continuing to make snarky comments in an effort to lighten the mood.
At least she had broad shoulders to cry on.
...Oh, looks like someone else has to die, then. Potentially someone random.
Nate wasn't the type to be visibly anxious, but anyone who paid close attention to his hands would have noticed that he was pointing briefly at each of his classmates in turn, trying to get a headcount here.
Let's see... 27 seats. 3 of them empty, but... only TWO kids were dead?
Nate started over again, this time counting on his fingers to be sure.
...Yup, 24 people, 27 seats. Where'd the third person go, he wondered? He idly shifted his arms so that the girl sitting on top of him could rest more comfortably on his shoulders.
Nate made a mental note to just let Kuroi do the thinking and Lily do the talking. Which was just as well, considering he was too focused on attempting to count to absorb what anyone had just said.
(But still... if they were to execute someone random, then what sort of odds would you get if you divided 25 by...)
For his own mental health, Nate abandoned this train of thought mid-sentence.
