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That had been Gabriel's position as a child; his mother had done what she could, rest her soul, but there was only so much one woman alone could do for six kids, and eventually, Gabe did his best to help, staying out late hours pressing for scraps. He wasn't proud of it, though he wasn't ashamed, either. What he did- that was for survival, and he didn't regret any of it, not when it meant easing the strain from his mother's face or sending his siblings to sleep with full bellies. He would have done worse for them, and sure, maybe his decisions had been made on behalf of other people, but it didn't invalidate the circumstances of children like Lazarus, abandoned to navigate the churning waters of the world. Gabe wished he could have taken Laz with him, the very first time he saw the child wrestling another for a bone, but that had been an unfortunate day for many. For Gabe, it was his last glimpse of normality; the weeks after were spent at the mercy of eggheads who poked and prodded, and throughout it all he always wondered what had happened to that fierce boy resisting the decay. He'd wished that conviction was his own, because then- he might have seen a reason to go on, instead of handing himself over.
That was all in the past now. There was no use crying over spilled milk, and by some twist of fate, Gabriel had found Lazarus again, and he'd decided then that he wouldn't leave him. He didn't regret that either. It was...nice having company, regardless of how frequently he'd dodged it prior to waking in this body; Lazarus, especially, wasn't difficult to associate with, his temperament aside. The Cane Corso was feisty in an entertaining manner, always with some dry repertoire to pull from, and Gabe appreciated the lack of silk gloves. He'd never been one for a gentle handling, so a bit of bite in his conversations was preferred. Lazarus had plenty of that, both verbally and physically, with his latest comment exemplifying the former.
The owl-cat nipped his ear again, a touch sharper this time. "¡Disculpa! ¿Con quién te crees que estás hablando?" He slipped off of Lazarus' back, gracefully landing on the grass before casting the taller creature a withering glare, ruined by the amusement glittering in black eyes. "Damn pillo." Of course, before he could properly lash the boy, they were interrupted by a leopard cub, speaking cheerfully, and Gabriel hummed in response, briefly glancing at Lazarus one more time as though to remind him who was handling the situation.
"Does anyone ever admit to being a trespasser?" The hybrid cut the air with his talons dismissively. "Yes, we're hopping in with your motley crew. I'm Gabe, and the big guy here is Lazarus."
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That had been Gabriel's position as a child; his mother had done what she could, rest her soul, but there was only so much one woman alone could do for six kids, and eventually, Gabe did his best to help, staying out late hours pressing for scraps. He wasn't proud of it, though he wasn't ashamed, either. What he did- that was for survival, and he didn't regret any of it, not when it meant easing the strain from his mother's face or sending his siblings to sleep with full bellies. He would have done worse for them, and sure, maybe his decisions had been made on behalf of other people, but it didn't invalidate the circumstances of children like Lazarus, abandoned to navigate the churning waters of the world. Gabe wished he could have taken Laz with him, the very first time he saw the child wrestling another for a bone, but that had been an unfortunate day for many. For Gabe, it was his last glimpse of normality; the weeks after were spent at the mercy of eggheads who poked and prodded, and throughout it all he always wondered what had happened to that fierce boy resisting the decay. He'd wished that conviction was his own, because then- he might have seen a reason to go on, instead of handing himself over.
That was all in the past now. There was no use crying over spilled milk, and by some twist of fate, Gabriel had found Lazarus again, and he'd decided then that he wouldn't leave him. He didn't regret that either. It was...nice having company, regardless of how frequently he'd dodged it prior to waking in this body; Lazarus, especially, wasn't difficult to associate with, his temperament aside. The Cane Corso was feisty in an entertaining manner, always with some dry repertoire to pull from, and Gabe appreciated the lack of silk gloves. He'd never been one for a gentle handling, so a bit of bite in his conversations was preferred. Lazarus had plenty of that, both verbally and physically, with his latest comment exemplifying the former.
The owl-cat nipped his ear again, a touch sharper this time. "¡Disculpa! ¿Con quién te crees que estás hablando?" He slipped off of Lazarus' back, gracefully landing on the grass before casting the taller creature a withering glare, ruined by the amusement glittering in black eyes. "Damn pillo." Of course, before he could properly lash the boy, they were interrupted by a leopard cub, speaking cheerfully, and Gabriel hummed in response, briefly glancing at Lazarus one more time as though to remind him who was handling the situation.
"Does anyone ever admit to being a trespasser?" The hybrid cut the air with his talons dismissively. "Yes, we're hopping in with your motley crew. I'm Gabe, and the big guy here is Lazarus."
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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