baby girl.

                   ❛ Hey!  Hey!  Be careful with the table!  Elena brought this back from her trip to Busan last February! ❜

This is what he gets for picking up the kid who tried to stab him. Nate’s quick to pick up the plate, checking the dark wood varnish underneath. No scuffs, no spaghetti sauce, thank God. Christ. God, was he this bad as a kid? He doesn’t remember trying to stab anyone at least. That was more a Sam thing, but usually they just made a break for it when it got too sticky. And look, usually some pretty decent and free spaghetti was enough to help tide him over back then. Was it bad? Was the food bad?

                    ❛ I’m just saying, I’ve seen some weird shit, but I have no clue what the hell a ‘Clicker’ ‘s supposed to be. Sounds like a dog… training thingy? Are you not going to eat this? Are you vegan or something? ❜

     ❛   a dog training ... ?   ❜

         a scoff ! he has to be f*cking with her. disbelief invades her expression as brows draw closer together. her jaw grows slack, as she attempts to piece things together. it’s either this guy’s an idiot or he’s f*cking with her. eyes flicker between the man’s expression to the table. try as she might, she can’t get an understandable read off this guy. everything he did, from his seemingly genuine concern for the table to his focus on the food quality, spoke to stupidity. but still, that doesn’t make sense. he HAS to be f*cking with her. maybe he is just really committing to the bit. whatever it is it’s getting old fast. 

           ❛ So… ❜

The couch was comfortable. Good things happened on this couch. Dinner conversations. Family game night. Um… other stuff. Not kid stuff. This wasn’t the point. Point was, that whatever this girl was talking about sounded like one of Elena’s tv things.

The girl next to him was curled up in the corner, squinting down at her plate and tossing and twirling the pasta with the biggest pout he’s seen since, well, since himself. This is what he gets for picking a kid off the street, though she’d tailed him for quite a while and tried ( and succeeded ) to hold him at knife point. Sprouting stuff about bites and infected and -

                     ❛ Clickers? Is that what you said? What kinda stupid name is that? ❜

@sheivd liked for a nate starter!

        knees hug her chest , making a physical barrier between her and the man. atop her knees, a plate of food balances. it’s warm food that had never seen the inside of a can, and yet she keeps it at a distance. carefully, her gaze inspects the meal. her fork edges the food closer to the rim of her plate, and that’s how she’s sat for the past minutes : in uncomfortable, guarded silence.

          then he starts talking again. and suddenly, the uncomfortable silence is put out of its misery, at the expense of her sanity. she lifts her gaze, and her frown deepens. really, he’s gotta be f*cking kidding. you can’t just not know about clickers — not unless you lived under a rock, and this place looked too nice — too warm for the underside of a rock. he has to be joking, and she doesn’t find it all that funny. she slams the plate down onto the table with a resounding clatter.