"Ah! Good morning sir! Your Coffee!" Codsworth says handing Nate his coffee "You brew it right this time?" Nate said snidely "173.5 degree Fahrenheit. Nate had named this Mister Handy robot Codsworth, who was holding his morning coffee as usual. It has three retractable eyes and three retractable arms with prongs at the end to match. Nate is greeted by a floating chrome plated robot in the shape of a sphere, speaking in a generic British butler voice. Carpets were fitted neatly in the living room and dining room neath the furniture.
The soft rubbery black tiles on the floor would massage his feet with each step were he not wearing loafers. The dining room is directly next to the refrigerator with no walls allowing the family to hold a conversation from anywhere in these three areas. The kitchen is part of the living room only divided by a small island counter. A gorgeous two bedroom one bathroom home with walls shifting from baby blues, to tans, to whites in an inviting way. His home was of the new iconic House of Tomorrow which held onto the American Dream heavily. He strolls from the hallway, into the kitchen trying to pop his neck. "Absolutely." Nora said with certainty "Now get ready and stop hogging the mirror." Nate steps back letting Nora get in front of him and leaves the bathroom. "You think?" Nate replied shifting his eyes to Nora in the mirror unsure of himself. Her blue eyes would shine even in the dark, she has fair skin, and a soft smile to compliment it all. 27 years old with shoulder length light brown hair.
"You're gonna knock 'em dead at the Veteran's Hall tonight, hon." Nora said trying to regain Nate's focus. He sees his once jet black hair starting to grey which upset him, his eyes are dark brown and always have a sleepy look about them.
WAR NEVER CHANGES SKIN
His tan skin was now paler and he noticed wrinkles and crows feet on his face. He's a decorated war veteran, served his country since he was 18 now 29 watching age take its toll on his face. Although his face had mostly healed, he knew where they were. He looked at himself to see scars from his time in the war. "War, war never changes." Nate lamented as he wiped the steam off of the sink mirror.
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