[ Nate turns to give him a funny look - didn't know Klaus was such an avid defender of the upper crust, or barring that, someone who puts a considerable amount of stock in social politesse - and feels his expression twist all the more uncomfortable for what he reads as pretension. Galas like this, no matter how well-meaning, attract the sort of crowds that laud themselves for their progressive ideologies while pointedly ignoring the fact that their money accrues interest in offshore bank accounts. He knows the type. He's worked for them plenty. ]
Yeah.
[ He says simply, taking a measured sip of his drink. Nate's free hand reaches toward his neck once more, tugging at the collar of his shirt just enough to show fresh scar tissue cutting over his jugular. ]
She nearly ripped my throat out with her teeth after chasing me halfway across town, so you could say we're familiar.
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Yeah.
[ He says simply, taking a measured sip of his drink. Nate's free hand reaches toward his neck once more, tugging at the collar of his shirt just enough to show fresh scar tissue cutting over his jugular. ]
She nearly ripped my throat out with her teeth after chasing me halfway across town, so you could say we're familiar.