Nate sits in detention tipping his chair that he’s sitting in ever so slightly other meter it might just fall. His right pant leg chafing slightly against his ankle monitor he taps his leg to distract drawing on the desk out of boredom. The door swings open soon enough singling a new arrival “ah it’s you - what made the wrong turn or something this is detention not student council” he smirks. His black and blonde greasy curls leather jacket shows he’s unbothered he couldn’t care if he got in trouble again.