#toogoddamnold

[grandschemed]

goddamn it, nate..!

@toogoddamnold

that’s one dollar into the swearing and the fund-nathan-drake’s-amazing-adventure jar /:

[pyratcode]

❝  hey  sully,  what  ever  happened  to  that  girl  you  were  talking  to.  ❞    /    @toogoddamnold — @waelfyr​

[grandschemed]

hey nate, you mind hurrying it up? i got a bad feeling about this...

@toogoddamnold / nathan.

“ah, you worry too much, old man,” nate waves him off ( not that sully can see him ), but it’s the best he can do while he’s in the middle of making his way to the power room.  "i’ll be in and out of there before you know it,“ he promises, swinging his body back and forth before throwing himself to the next pillar.  easy peasy lemon squeezy!

well, it would be were it not for all the guards wandering around outside, yeesh.  you’d think this was some kind of high stakes auction or something, haha … right, ahem, power room.

“just sit tight and look pretty,” nate grins, testing a nearby hold in the wall.  seems like it should hold his weight well enough.  "it’s what you do best after - oh, shit!“  okay, so minor miscalculation, but how was nate supposed to know?  "i’m okay!” he reassures, more for himself than sully considering he did nearly just free fall a couple hundred feet.  alright, no worries, he’ll just jump and catch the metal bar attached to the hanging sign and nope!  NOPE!  BAD BAR!  BAD BAR!  BAD - ow.

nate lands flat on his back onto the roof.  "ugh,“ he groans on his end of the line, back throbbing, but he’s fine.  somehow.  "still okay,” he wheezes weakly, shaking his head.  "y'know what, sully?  next time i get to play the pretty boy and you can visit the power room.  deal?”