Nathan. @HeirofPrescotts

❛You just kept pushing me. Everybody is always pushing me.❜| #fanaccount | Not Billy Vandendooren or official LiS Joined March 2020

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Nathan. @HeirofPrescotts

2 months ago

He pays no mind to the delay in her response. “No shit?” Nods his understanding, slow and wide, apparently approving of her choice. Different strokes for different folks, and not necessarily a bad stroke, in all honesty. “You’re into that milf shit.”

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Nathan. @HeirofPrescotts

2 months ago

“The fuck’s that mean?” Any harsh edge that may typically reside in those words is rendered smooth by evident humor. Skeptical brow lifting as if to egg her on, to pull more information. He has, of course, noticed little hints of intoxication.

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Nathan. @HeirofPrescotts

2 months ago

Nathan clicks his tongue, low and sharp, as though impressed by her in some way. “Fuck yeah, I agree to that.” His grin remains, not fading in the slightest. “But your virgin ass is only looking.”

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Nathan. @HeirofPrescotts

2 months ago

“Well shit, looks like you got your work cut out for you~” Gestures to their surroundings, pointedly. Some heads have turned, merely noticing Nate conversing with someone outside his circle.

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Nathan. @HeirofPrescotts

2 months ago

The memories classified as catastrophic for Max take on a significantly different light in his mind. As she empties half the can in a single go, he cannot restrain a bout of snickering laughter. “Fucking bullshit—! You were off to tend to your fields of cocks, admit it.”

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Nathan. @HeirofPrescotts

2 months ago

Despite a valiant effort, Max does not evade his detection, per a nonchalant glance over his shoulder. Mere chance that she passes into his line of sight. “Yo, Cockfield!” A murmur of laughter, nothing severe, from his friends.

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Nathan. @HeirofPrescotts

2 months ago

The fuck’s that mean, Courtney

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Nathan. @HeirofPrescotts

2 months ago

Fingers tap restlessly against the barrel of his camera. He sets it down atop one of the wooden picnic tables in the courtyard, a hand disappearing into the pocket of his jacket for cigarettes.