Snippet #1581847

Shivers still ran up and down his back, even though he was covered neck-down in the warm woolen blankets given to him by Phoenix. Nathaniel blew on to his hands trying to circulate the blood flow, but he still was freezing. He pulled off his gloves to looked at his torn up fingers, and saw how blue the tips were "Why-why...is..ittt..so coo-ld? N-no heat?" Nate chattered as he pulled his hands underneath his armpits hoping it'd warm them up.

He was sitting on one of the large couches in Phoenix's large safe house with his knees pulled up to his chest barely peeking out to look at anyone else. Nate jumped a little at the sight of what he thought was a group of ghouls, because of some of the newly acquired scratches and cracks from his little spill earlier, and almost fell off the edge of the couch. He regained his composure, feigning an encouraging smile while returning the wave.

After warming his body up enough to regain his dexterity, Nate pulled out one of the portfolios from his bag. He rapidly flipped through some of the pages within the manila folder, and stopped on a blank page where he immediately started to sketch out a figure resembling Phoenix, and started to jot down a few notes next to the picture. He was ananlyzing her form, and trying to deduce what could've invoked this awakening genes with in the human genome.