Bad Medicine

the underdogs ate shit and grew
into the wolves you threw them to

There doesn’t seem to be much conversation left in Nate, his eyes rolling and his head shaking. He’s not here to soothe some princelings shaken ego, his bad feelings about being pressed into his role. They all have a pet to play, and from where the doctors standing, an enforcers boots seem better than most.

Nate scoffs, the return of the mask deadening his eyes and sending them sliding across the ground again. “Its not me who needs convincing.” He offers quietly. “If you wanted out you’d find a way. Fake a ride down and–” Fingers walk away lazily, and end up pointing towards the door again.

NATE

no i don't need one more reason not to choose ya

cause i came in looking for my hallelujah

Annoyance is written clearly on the part of Sunjata’s face that’s visible, the mask hiding the remaining grimace, the grit teeth, the muscles feathering in his jaw. “It sounds easier than it is.” He responds with a huff, as a knock appears on the door that Nate points to. His eyes roll and he has a moment where he could absolutely be a dick and say that he’s positive the drugs are rolling through here, but instead he turns on his heel and opens the door — a clear change from the aloof calm exterior he had before.

Instead he storms out, pushing aside the enforcer that had knocked, stalking out of the building with a grumbled “it’s not here.” As the door shuts behind him and he disappears with his hand of enforcers down the neon painted streets.

SUNJATA