[ of course nick opens it immediately, he's never been one for patience. nick tears open the paper and laughs at the sticker, smirking as he holds it up for tate to see again before he turns to the other item in the box. a switchblade. nick's never owned a knife before, but he inspects it for a moment, with a curious tilt to his head, before he glances back in tate's direction. ]
Or whatever I'm into now. You have some ideas for this?
I respect the sober life, even if I can't personally live it.
[That's all he's saying - lifting his hands up as he says that, but then he's stealing another look at Nick that's reeking of something mischievous. One cock of his head later and a little shrug, and he's stepping in to tap his finger to the knife while Nick holds it, meeting gaze with him while up close.]
But this? You can put it between my ribs any day, too.
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Or whatever I'm into now. You have some ideas for this?
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[That's all he's saying - lifting his hands up as he says that, but then he's stealing another look at Nick that's reeking of something mischievous. One cock of his head later and a little shrug, and he's stepping in to tap his finger to the knife while Nick holds it, meeting gaze with him while up close.]
But this? You can put it between my ribs any day, too.