07-19-2018, 12:04 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]He supposed he wasn't the worst welcoming party in existence; at least he beat talking to the grass, although some of the people he'd encountered seemed like they would have preferred speaking to the plains rather than to a hybrid. Fortunately, he didn't believe the same could be said for the weasel, unless she had finetuned her evasion skills beyond his scope. It wasn't entirely impossible. Gabe would be impressed if she had, because it was perfectly executed if it were feigned. But he wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, and though he couldn't smile, obsidian eyes glittered with amusement. "Creo lo mismo." It was just extra brownie points at this point that she seemed to speak Spanish; Lazarus was the only other he knew, currently, who could do the same, so people were either holding out or really had no idea what they were saying. Not the first environment he'd be in for the latter, but it was nice to have two people around to trade quips with.
The hybrid glanced at Suiteheart, who nodded to him, and in reply Gabe jerked his head, reminded that he hadn't introduced himself just yet. Then again, neither had their newcomer, but names weren't everything anyway. Pointing worked just as well.
The abruptly sly smirk on her face disrupted whatever thoughts he had, and his cranium tilted slightly before he snorted as best he could with a beak. "Not quite sure that's how it works, loca. If you're willing to give grass a go, there's plenty of it." Gabe shrugged, and meant to answer more studiously when someone else arrived to the scene, a guy he'd seen only briefly, and his comment received a flat stare. A talking ferret. Gabe would classify her more as a weasel, but- he was having difficulty coping with a weasel, and not the owl-cat thing?
"Mira: un hablando bobo." He gestured vaguely with a taloned limb, and then his gaze shifted from the smilodon back to Sombra. "If you're bored- well, it might not seem like it, but there's plenty to do here. Things that don't involve watching grass grow, believe it or not."
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The hybrid glanced at Suiteheart, who nodded to him, and in reply Gabe jerked his head, reminded that he hadn't introduced himself just yet. Then again, neither had their newcomer, but names weren't everything anyway. Pointing worked just as well.
The abruptly sly smirk on her face disrupted whatever thoughts he had, and his cranium tilted slightly before he snorted as best he could with a beak. "Not quite sure that's how it works, loca. If you're willing to give grass a go, there's plenty of it." Gabe shrugged, and meant to answer more studiously when someone else arrived to the scene, a guy he'd seen only briefly, and his comment received a flat stare. A talking ferret. Gabe would classify her more as a weasel, but- he was having difficulty coping with a weasel, and not the owl-cat thing?
"Mira: un hablando bobo." He gestured vaguely with a taloned limb, and then his gaze shifted from the smilodon back to Sombra. "If you're bored- well, it might not seem like it, but there's plenty to do here. Things that don't involve watching grass grow, believe it or not."
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[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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