Yeah, I want them to bring us some chocolate ice cream. And press my suit.
[He says, with an air of childish authority that suggests he has no idea what pressing a suit even entails. He trails after Sam at a slightly slower clip, quiet, meandering around sidewalk cracks and plant life, peering distractedly behind a small shrub. When he makes it back to the moped Sam is already there, settled and ready.
Following the direction in which his brother had spoken Nate squints at the tower in question, clambering onto the scooter behind him and grabbing the side handles.]
no subject
[He says, with an air of childish authority that suggests he has no idea what pressing a suit even entails. He trails after Sam at a slightly slower clip, quiet, meandering around sidewalk cracks and plant life, peering distractedly behind a small shrub. When he makes it back to the moped Sam is already there, settled and ready.
Following the direction in which his brother had spoken Nate squints at the tower in question, clambering onto the scooter behind him and grabbing the side handles.]
It looks good. [He trusts Sam to know.] M'ready.