Nathan (asphalt_gardens) wrote in asperarp, @ 2024-04-30 20:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 079, marco, nathan |
Thread: Nathan Johnson & Marco
Who: Nathan Johnson & Marco
What: Oh, God, it's the pit
When: Morning
Where: Room of Doom
Nathan was getting tired of waking up places outside of his bed. Correction, outside of his or Winter's bed. He was pretty sure they were the two best beds in the entire tower and the knowledge of that didn't do him much good when he woke up on a cement slab.
Again. Except this seemed to be a different slab than all the other slabs he'd been on. Hate it as he did, the amount of money these people contributed to concrete alone was impressive.
Shaking himself awake, Nathan tried to lift his hands to brush his hair off his face - a typical gesture that he did more than he realized - only for the shackles around his wrists to clang and practically scare a fart out of him. "What in the hell?" He asked the air directly in front of his face, trying to scoot around and get more comfortable. He gave up after a few seconds.
Noticing, finally, the prone body beside him, Nathan had no idea who it could be, but his worst thought was that someone had stuck him down there with a dead body. When it finally moved - twitched? - Nathan reached a hand out, squeezing the man's leg. "Easy now, we're in some room. I'm...what's on your face?"
Apparently he lacked what little grace his gramma had imparted on him as a child upon first waking up. "I jus-," Nathan quit talking with the voice began, swearing he could feel his blood turn cold.
Or maybe it was just the way the cold floor was affecting him, through the thin cotton of his sleeper pants.