[And Tate wanders off like you would imagine a teen might, mildly distracted by looking overhead and tracing his fingers over the stacks as he goes. He disappears out of sight, and stays that way for a long moment. He's looking at a collection of wood on a shelf that's about shoulder height - pulling out pieces of trim to look at them while other pieces are held up above them. It's an unnecessary detail when they're still in the planning and constructing phase but he sees a design carved into a plate of wood that reminds him of home so he reaches for it only to feel as if repulsed by it.
The feeling's so violent that he loses his grip on the other pieces of wood and they slip from the shelf, clattering loudly to the ground as he curses; rubbing his hand, half shocked by the feeling of being stung as he is fucking up and dropping everything to the floor. The piece of wood stretches across the aisle, blocking it off while Tate looks down at his other hand and sees a small scratch bead a few dots of blood from when he tried to catch the falling pieces.]
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[And Tate wanders off like you would imagine a teen might, mildly distracted by looking overhead and tracing his fingers over the stacks as he goes. He disappears out of sight, and stays that way for a long moment. He's looking at a collection of wood on a shelf that's about shoulder height - pulling out pieces of trim to look at them while other pieces are held up above them. It's an unnecessary detail when they're still in the planning and constructing phase but he sees a design carved into a plate of wood that reminds him of home so he reaches for it only to feel as if repulsed by it.
The feeling's so violent that he loses his grip on the other pieces of wood and they slip from the shelf, clattering loudly to the ground as he curses; rubbing his hand, half shocked by the feeling of being stung as he is fucking up and dropping everything to the floor. The piece of wood stretches across the aisle, blocking it off while Tate looks down at his other hand and sees a small scratch bead a few dots of blood from when he tried to catch the falling pieces.]
Fuck me, man.